Sarno

What do I say then? Me life has turned upside down, and some in a good way and some less so. Of course I miss the kindly folk I knew, and I still miss Ma and Pa, having not seen em for over six months now. But it’s good ter see Sarno again, even under such sad circumstances. He and I go back a way. The other folk here in Tighfield I know a bit. I met Tolbold a few times, and Sarno’s younger brother, Gaisarix I know from way back when.

I be told by the others I must start keepin' a record, as me writin' is the best. That may be so, but Tolbold has a mighty fine hand when he put his mind ter it. He be the boss though, an Assistant Chief Shirriff! So I get the short straw and he get the honour fer thinking of records. 

 ( Hounds and Hobbits, by Parnard  to read about Guy's rescue.)

Tolbold had spent the night in the cellar of ‘The Bent Elbow’, with Henepa’s permission, of course. It was an odd situation, and he didn’t like it one bit. He liked his own bed, with his own blankets in his own house. But he figured if he didn’t know if or where Guy Appleby was sleeping, he didn’t deserve comfort. 

Tolbold Tatersfield almost swaggered as he walked into the ‘Elbow’s Bend’, nodding greetings to familiar faces, and noting with a hint of pride how most of the others stood back for him to approach the bar.

He winked  at Henepa, ‘A tall glass fer me, and one fer Sarno, if yer don’t mind.”