Nightmares had plagued Liffey for weeks. She'd wake, drenched in sweat, shivering in the cold night air. A healer was always around, but by now they had gotten used to Liffey's cries in her sleep before she'd finally wake. They'd bring her a cup of tea and Liffey would sit up, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. Sometimes, if she didn't wake until nearer to the morning, she'd take the blanket and the cup of tea and she'd leave the cots and go out to the edge of Ost Guruth, standing on the hill that overlooked the sunrise.
There were bags under her eyes now and she looked thinner than she had ever been in her life. The wound she'd received from goblins had been healed already, but now a different kind of illness seemed to have taken over her. It had been almost a full month since she'd returned to Ost Guruth and Liffey had not attempted to contact anyone aside from the letter she'd previously mailed.
That morning she sat again on the hill, overlooking the deserted land before her. She started to write another letter, her words careful and her letters neat, not wishing to insight worry in the receiver. But before she knew it, Liffey had already written an entire sheet and was on the second, filling the parchment with thoughts that had been building up for a month that she'd kept to herself.
Finally, she rolled up the sheets of parchments and tied a ribbon around the middle. Fortunately, she didn't have to hold onto it for long, a courier was passing through that afternoon and he took it with him to Bree.
