Saunterings in Chetwood

The ground was covered in frost, the air chilly, and the pines and oaks dusted with snow. A cloaked man, smelling of pine needles and mud, cloths dirty and un-kept, walked into Chetwood with thoughts of family on his mind. He glanced around to the Pine trees, taking in their needle's scent, but this was cut short when his mind shifted to think of what the Halfling-lass told him. As he continued walking along the path his mind treaded back to his niece, Arindiis, as her eyes were a icy blue but she cannot be in Bree-land...can she? most confusing, but relaxing, knowing that his niece may not be dead and has shown a sign of presence in these lands. His face contorted in happiness when his companion, swift the fox, curled up around his left foot, halting his advance into far Chetwood. His thoughts were then directed to his small, wild, companion that he saved from starvation in the Trollshaws, it was a matter of letting a glorious creature die or save him and nurture him. He chose swiftly and deemed it fit for swift to survive. After walking through Chetwood, smelling the scent of pine needles, thinking of his friend and family, the cloaked man finds himself existing the wood and sauntering in the direction of Bree-town.