The night was dark and cold, the wind cut straight through their coats and a sound like wolves echoed through the trees. And while Ethein did his best to keep the crisp crunch of his footfalls against the snow to a minimum, his companion made no such effort.
"I swear," the Buckland hobbit Cedric muttered, "you bring these things with you, don't you? None of this ever happens, 'cepting when you're in town ..."
