Dear Lisbeth,
I hope this letter comes to you, as roads are not safe as they used to be.
I am well, I sold sacks of flour to local farmers for the twice of the price i bought in Bree, here in the north they dont have chances to trade with merchants a lot, so that is my boon. I have earned enough to buy another cart with sacks of flour, salt and spices when I return to Bree. Yes, I am returning to Bree, but I will not come to Newharrow if you wish, leave a letter to Barliman as I will stay there for the time I am in town. I dont wish to be burden or problem.
Friend of my Father told me he is planning to disown me as his heir, and I cant be more happy about it. How is your father? Is he better? We hate them but, still we love them, they are our fathers after all.
Write to me, leave letters to Barliman.
I still think of you, our night by the pond.
Yours
