Found:
Thoughts of a journey, even a quick one, would not leave me. It would do me good to get away, surely? It would help settle my spirit somewhat, would it not? Leave me more capable of dealing with whatever may come in the next few weeks? It would help. Of course it would.
Mind made up, I spoke to Bessie who pointed me toward a local bakery for supplies. If I was surprised to find Baldvin and Loakee within, then it faded swiftly upon realising that that the owner, a lovely lady by the name of Owena, has been allowing them free food and drink. 'Tis most generous of her to do so, of course, but I can't help wondering if the mischievous brothers are not taking advantage of her good nature.
Not my business. Not my concern.
Somehow, I ended up going for a walk with Baldvin who, as it turns out, is the elder of the pair and, interestingly, more prone to in-depth discussion when Loakee is not nearby. I had noticed the same in prior meetings; he presents himself as more thoughtful and grounded, though no less capable of sharp wit or playful misbehaviour. I found myself being more honest with him than I have been with anyone not named Neyaa. Funny how that works. It didn't help that his line of questioning often made me feel as if I was being vetted. I told him straight that, were I him, I'd warn his brother away from me.
And were I less selfish, that's exactly what I'd do.
Instead, I will ride to Weathertop at first light.
My preparations are made. Steel is eager to go. I've a basket of bread courtesy of Owena that smells and looks utterly delicious, a jar of honey and some dried meats in my saddlebags. I've all that I need apart from a few hours sleep.
I'm not tired.
Some strengthening exercises first, then.
