Robynwen

I am ill.

I have been bedridden for the last few weeks, my body wracked with disease.  It seems there is nothing the healers can do, besides identify the cause.

It is poison.

  I was approached by a young Dwarf who had learned I was gathering allies to form an army, saying I should speak to a Dwarven Noble by the name of Glarr Mudstubbs.  I called for Robyn and the Dwarf led me to Mudstubbs home, where I knocked and was greeted by a stout, gristled Dwarf and two guards.   The Dwarf bade me to leave my weapons at the door, which I did, in part,  keeping my throwing knives hidden.

I was not content to leave Bree-land without giving Hughes a proper goodbye, so I returned, with a supply of flammable liquid, and went to her estate.

I fear for my niece.

We cannot take two steps without her witnessing or being part of something potentially life-threatening.

We recieved an anonymous tip-off regarding the location of a new bandit hideout, recommending the most experienced of our order

With Kerl in Jail, it was up to me to locate the new Bandit headquarters, and I grabbed the closest comrade I could find.

In Hindsight, I should have grabbed the Second closest.  Robynwen wasn't ready.

All sorts of people pass through the Prancing Pony.

Twas just blind luck that brought Damric Sarrell into the tavern at the same time as a young girl called Robynwen Alden.

Daughter of Damlan.

Damric was never father material, and neither, it seems, was Damlan, who had abandoned the girl at birth.  Of course, it would be difficult to blame her father as he had only been sixteen years of age at her birth, Still a child himself.  He was frightened, and left the child in good hands; those of her mother and grandparents.

Family is more than blood.

Family is those you care about, those you love and cherish and protect.

And so it came to pass that Damlan Alden of Rohan became part of the Elven Sarrell family.

Family is more than blood.

Family is those you care about, those you love and cherish and protect.