Dearest one,
I have walked this path called life and touched its flame. It burned me.
The walls of Swerbrey were tested this night by a man of few names. A ranger by the name of Matswulf. He came to me window and tapped upon its glass like a sparrow to the ground. The noise nearly made me drop the book I was holdin' into the fire. I rushed to the window to see my dear friend smilin' through the glass. Its been long since I have seen 'em. He said he was goin' to a great library where he would bring me a old book or two. He had matters in the lands surroundin' the place and he hoped I would enjoy the readin'.
I let 'em in with a reassuring smile. He smelled of forest and smoke. He gave me wanna his bone crushing hugs and I helped him to settle in. He'd a long journey I tell yah. You could see the sleep in his movements. I asked 'em of his wife and he told me of her crossin' the sea. She was one of those elven folk...he said the both agreed tha' was the best thing fer her. I met her once. A beautiful lady with silvery eyes and hair. Blind she was, yet ye never would 'a known. He said tha' he wanted to stop by and see meh before he moved on to a new station. He's been meh friend for many months and I had hoped he would rest longer. Na', ye can't stop them ranger folk.
I told 'em of meh job and all the kind folk I've met. He was happy to here about my thoughts of everythin' but I didn' mean to tell 'em those just yet. We talked a long time 'bout m'lord Emion and Lady Glorria. He told meh tha' they seemed good folk so far as he's heard. Told 'em 'bout all the learnin' I was to be doin' with meh cookin' skills. He told meh tha' he was happy tah here it cause my cookin' always was a bit on the burned side...I'm just always so afraid of not cookin' the meat enough. Tha' can cause yah a awful sickness tha' can.
I wonder still about m'lord and ladies allies. Wouldn' trust any of 'em meself. Them Dawn folk seem down right dangerous and them nobles that m'lord associates 'imself with seem to snicker behind his back. I took a trip to Bree to get me cloak I was havin' made. Didn' see tha' rider...but I know where most of the crooks lie...tha' inn in Combe. I never really realized how close I walked tah danger before I looked up from the market to see the depths of the alley. Whispers come from tha' place and with them brings the grasps of unwanted hands.
Matswulf says he will be off in the mornin' so tha' I can have me space. Says a pretty lass like meself needs to go find a husband. I'm sad tah see 'em go but he needs tah find 'imself happiness. He throws 'imself in danger all the time now. I think he hopes to see his beloved again. Whatever happens I wish 'em luck on his path. Mine goes another direction.
Later this night I was roamin' the streets as usual. I came upon tha ' lovely water fall and I looked into its heart. The water glowed red as a pool of fine wine. I turned and walked meself down the road behind a small group of folk. The lady was among them. She looked right set on goin' somewhere...I doubt I shall see her again in m'lords presence. I realized then and there tha' the water was filled with the tears of our hearts.
Good luck m'lady. I'm forever indebted to yah. I pray the lord is not too heart broken.
Lynxy
