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Having little else better to do, I went into Bree again today. Thankfully, my boredom was short-lived as Dernwynn found me shortly after my arrival. As did a man she knows, who came bearing invitations for both of us.
Firstly, one for dinner tomorrow evening. That, at least, I shall certainly attend. Anything has to be better than my cooking!
The second, however, is an invitation to join a caravan to Rohan. Rohan, the source of all of my nightmares. Rohan, the place of which my fondest memories are departing. Rohan, by caravan, with a one-month layover. A minimum of five months of travel.
Whilst I am certainly not averse to such a lengthy journey - long ones, in fact, are my favourite kind - the destination itself is quite off-putting. Why would I ever willingly go back there except to pass through? Or to see my niece? Nevertheless, I have promised to think on the matter and so I shall.
After the departure of this Rickstan man, whom Dernwynn was quite shocked to learn that I was not previously acquainted with, we spoke more, her and I. She asked me for my thoughts on marriage. I told her the truth: it's not something I see much purpose in, and I sincerely doubt I would be asked for such a thing anyway. She believes that I should never say never, and I didn't. I merely voiced doubts over the question arising at any point.
In other news, Tilton has calmed down. Now I don't have to clip him round the ear for being a mouthy little sod who jumps to more conclusions than a flea at a canine orgy. It's a good thing, I think. I never had any particular desire to do so, but nor do I have any particular desire to listen to his clueless vitriol over matters which do not concern him.
The next few days should be busy ones, at least.
