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Stitches wipes his forehead with the back of one of his hands. Who knew working in the blistering cold could be just as sweat intensive as anywhere else? He lifts the half shovel from its rest in an upright position in the other hand and hoists it with both hands, bringing it down to pat down the dirt which he had dug up.  It was a small grave, but it was big enough for the fox's mother, and deep enough in the frozen ground to deter anything from feasting on it. It took him the lions share half of the day, but it was done.

And so began a long list of declines from the locals of Forochel on his friend’s whereabouts. Kauppa-Kohta was a dead end, Pynti-Peldot was a dead end, and Stitches was certain that the next stop would be the same. The dark accompaniment over his shoulder warned him time and time again that Forochel would yield no answers, but Stitches persisted, whether it is to be thorough or just to spite his new dislike for the cloaked figure, it is unclear. As the night drew upon Stitches and Bread, the deathly chill was a certainty.

Dunnarwen kicked at Gilloth's sides to make the mare go faster. The thunder of hooves echoed on the path leading to the Last Bridge, and behind her...well, were two very angry and very mangy bears. In a rare instance of flight, Dunnarwen had run out of arrows to take down the remaining two bears that were a part of a group of bears who brought it upon themselves to mob Dunnarwen as she sat by her little fire just beyond the Bruinen Gorges. 

Diary, 

I have been very busy of late, I have been looking up and down the East-West road between the homesteads and Bree, and looked around the marshes. There's no sign of my quarry anywhere. I've barely had a chance to see my friends. 

Arthasdir while upon a journey which is to be considered fully and totally when it, itself has finished, found himself walking through through one of the frozen tundras of Forochel, he had requested that he be permitted to scout to the north of the Dwarven settlement they had camped in after a rather unfortunate encounter with a Mammoth, so quite rightfully he wanted to know the best direction in which to run, if it came to it.