Sylgmar

He walk out of the shop and headed to The Prancing Pony with Sylgmar's words on mind. Someone had break into the shop and stole some stuff, as if they hadn't enough problems already. Now, he was only thinking in the new order he was given, to move to the shop and sleep there.

Things are not going exactly "well". So far I've been learning a lot with Sylgmar, she is a relly good tutor and it's nice to spend time with her. I have new clothes, a new dagger, and the pipe-weed here is excellent (I should notify Saruman about this), and luckly didn't have any "encounter" with the southerner Annaliesa.

Sylgmar: Currently working with her as apprentice. Mr. Greenhand's bookkeeper and accounts manager, scholar in her free time. Smart and gentle. 

"Mister Berrywine! What a pleasure! We couldn't recognize you, it is quite dark. What are you doing here, in the Vale of Andrath?"
"I'm going South."
"Where?"
"You'll find out when I come back."

Annaliesa sat on the wooden chair, a half empty bottle of whiskey wedged between her skirt covered knees.

I was standing in the tavern hall at the Inn of the Prancing Pony, frantically fluttering amongst the people of Bree in search of a story to publish for Bree Archet and Staddle Times Artfully Reported Daily's first issue. Evidently by the cover of our pamphlet on the notice board, I was not disappointed.