Willowine

The snow was falling thick and fast outside the lodge window, a blur of white flakes filling the night sky as they fell silently to the earth below. It had begun snowing at midday, light flurries that had posed little problem to the intrepid adventurers. As dusk approached, however, the snow had begun to slow them down considerably. The cold bit at their cheeks, and their steps grew more and more laboured as they trudged along a path which was becoming increasingly hard to discern.

My dealings with the rangers have come to an end. I have now headed back to Bree, where I intended to plan my next move. I met with an old friend, the noble Saeldith, where she invited me into her home for a meal, and exchanged stories from our past. I still am baffled why she still chooses to lead a life which she dislikes so much, but I'm not one to sway her life's decisions.