Seregrian. Bar-en-Acharn

(Being a letter sent from Lady Seregrían to Mistress Applecider Bolingbroke, by direct eagle-post)

{From Seregrían’s private journal}

Esteldin

A pleasant autumn morning was the beginning of the day in the town of Brockenborings in the Northfarthing of the Shire - a day that would be, for some, most unnatural and disturbing...

Where in the World is Lady Seregrían?

(A silly little song, sing along if you wish!)

A sort of contented revelry descended upon Adso’s Camp that evening, as House Bar-en-Acharn celebrated the success of their latest expedition.  The Household had uncovered plots and schemes swirling beneath the eaves of the Wildwood, but dealing with those would wait another day; for Lady Seregrían and Cutch Crane had been reunited at last,

          House Bar-en-Acharn rode out from Stock at dawn the next morning, after another standing breakfast and settling accounts with the innkeeper.  Lancogard’s fears vanished, and Applecider giggled when Seregrían bade Ostler Chubb set a tankard on the bar – and poured into it the contents of her p

          The Household of Bar-en-Acharn was encamped at Woodhall in the Shire, the afternoon slipping into the evening, when the sound of a pony’s hooves came clattering up the nearby road and turned towards the encampment.  All there rose as the rider reined up just near the fire circle, and a halfling sprang from the saddle, sporting a broad-brimmed leather hat, a crossbow amongst his gear.