Eofeole

Theofola looked at the sky and grimaced at the bright sun. It was a warm and calm spring day in the town of Bree. She pulled the bridle of her long time friend Dawnbreeze towards the main street of the town. She felt that her legs will no longer carry her up the slope which goes to the Inn of the Prancing Pony. So she mounted the mare, with a rather agile movement expected for her old age and aching body. She gestured for the horse to move forward but Duskbreeze rather neighed nervously.

About an hour went by and still there was no sign nor sound of Threland or the other Bree-landers. It was quiet and dark, the fire was crackling and fed many times it the even went on...

The day was darkening and the rain was beginning to cease. The group proceeded forth for many minutes till they found a second Barrow, they have been going for hours without rest but still they wandered forth and delved inwards. As the previous it was cold and filthy, but this had a stair case that led down and turned many times, eventually the stairs changed from rock to wood and down they went till eventually they found flat ground and before them was a tall hallway with many different paths leading here and there.

Slowly the group entered the Barrow and an immediate cold feel came over them. Though, heedless proceeded down the narrow tunnel which curved every here and there, eventually they found themselves standing confront of an Oval shaped room with a single grey pillar in the Centre. There was many webs all over and they often stuck to the group members feet as they walked into the room.

It was still raining and the sky was beginning darken. The group now walked a few paces South of Bree before they turned right and went West towards the Barrows. They conversed as they went. They spoke about the Barrows and what they may just find there, this only made Eofeole's confidence rise like a bright sun in a clear summer's morning.

Eofeole had a long sleep in his little camp outside of Bree that night. He awoke when the sun was already warm in the sky and little drops of rain began to start falling down on his face. He raised his hood and smiled at the weather before fixing his spears and his shield to his back. He walked into Bree from the West Gate at a great pace, by now the rain was falling down harder and he was getting soaked among with all the other townsfolk who were out in the rain. He walked to the Prancing Pony  where he had a quick word with the friendly Barkeep, Barliman Butterbur.