The Mead Company

The Mead Company had been formed, each companion with unique qualities that would prove useful along the way towards the Misty Mountains. With her worth now proven, she drew the attention of the Northmen...

Tyrgrim slowly reaches out a hand to stroke a lock from the side of her face.

He was the first to make her feel welcome in a town impregnated by filth and desperation. Bree hadn't given her anything to admire, at least not at first, and she often found herself wondering when she would be taking off again. With a voice as calloused as his hands, he sought her conversation when no one else dared. 

A man clad in grey offered aid to the mead company, he wore a hood and very rarely removed it. He was of a mysterious kind and he had born a star upon his breast. Folk around Bree knew these men as 'Rangers'. However this 'Ranger' had given the company no true name and they began to know him as 'Archer'.

When dawn had come the men and woman of The Mead Company had risen and began their search for the Beorning Mead which they had come to the Misty Mountains in search of. Through cold snow the marched and whilst the morning was still young they had found some wooden wreckage held up in the snow near a frozen lake. They began to dig with their bare hands but they found naught but a corpse. It was then when they had decided to call a vote, to go on in search of their mead or turn back.

We departed at last from our makeshift camp where we stopped in order for Knot to recover after his fall,I must say,I was utterly shocked and I feared the worse,but he's of tough craft,that man.

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