Bree lad, born and bred. These days, he's seen part-time in Bree, especially during colder and wetter months. For the rest, he's known to travel (with caravans or some other company, when possible), carrying letters and messages between settlements.

When in town, he takes advantage of the civic amenities -- good ale, pleasant company, a proper roof and bed, and no need to rise at the crack of dawn to continue a journey. His steady hand as a scribe also earns him part-time work down at the merchants' guild, which those who move in such circles might know. He may be available for a bit of scribe or local courier work, if approached with an offer.

He's generally good company at the Pony, though he's not been seen there much of late, and those who do encounter him say there's a new bitter tone to his voice and new lines of unhappiness aroundd his eyes, as if old sorrows have returned, redoubled.