Whether or not it is working is unconfirmed as yet. I have not seen him thus far. It is a good sign, I suppose. Perhaps he is still angry with me. Will that anger fade, though? It could be that he is simply busy. Will he come to me in time? It is too early to tell for certain, so for now I must further our plans in another fashion.
I spent the day with Eovad, making certain that I was seen in his company. It is quite possible that none of Cyfier's eyes or ears witnessed our pleasant chat or departure and eventual return to Bree, but a part of me doubts that. Even were that so, I have little doubt that I was later seen entering the mans home.
Of course, that visit was not an intended part of the plan. It was necessary for other reasons. Whilst we sat atop Ost Barandor Eovad told me of his worries for his woman. I have known Blaecwyn for a good few years now and she has always been kind to me in her rough way. I knew of the headaches she suffers, of course, and even the nosebleeds, but it seems that she is becoming worse. He spoke of memory loss; an argument they had that she simply cannot recall amongst other things.
It is strange to think that such a woman - so proud and certain - could become so unsure of herself. She tried to hide it, naturally. A leader of men cannot be percieved as weak. She is not, however, one of natures liars or, dare I say it, one of the brightest people around. Speaking with her that day, I could see why he worries so. I have done what I can for the moment, but I cannot be certain that it will have any true effect.
It is sad to think that this womans plight, and her lovers fears for her, may aid me in what I must do, even indirectly. What else can I do? I do not like it. I do not like any of this, but it is for the best.
