It had been raining all day, Brendmor, Kamoba and Foxwin all stood reading the letter, Kamoba frowned as he thought deeply about the words written on the page, of course his name is the one it is addressed to, he is the one who led them, but was it too soon, was it justified? Had he allowed Brendmors heated reaction too seriously and allowed it to cloud his own judgement and thoughts?
Kamoba knew deep down there was more to this than met the eye although he knew and understood Brendmors anger about the additional rules, now he thought back to it, Brendmor although a friend had seemed too eager to have off and earn extra money, maybe it was a large tab at the Inn, Kamoba sighed his thoughts loosing themselves he ordered Foxwin to get his quill and parchment ready, lads we'd better get ready for some hard work, Saphrax wrote this, not Sagramor....
* The letter is delivered to the Combe watch house by a freelance hobbit, it reads.*
Kamoba, Foxwin and Brendmor will arrive to see you in person come next light first thing, I Kamoba sincerely apologise for lack of judgement and faith in my commanders.
* Each man has signed the letter.*
