Company of the East Road

The winds brought scent of spring, as though attempting to cheer all hearts it touched. Birds began to sing again, in that cautious manner they did whenever winter seemed to dwindle.

Normally this would bring a brightness to Daphne's soul and make her slightly less prone to scowling. It was not so, this time.

"Excuse me, what?!" Daphne watched as the wine she'd been drinking dripped down Harold's face. She worked very hard not to mention that the wine was his colour, as he wiped it off in annoyance.

She was walking home alone, the stars her only companion. How was she supposed to go? It did not feel right, to go back without him. Who was she if she just let him go like that? Was she not abandoning him, if she let go so easily? She had him close to her heart and it did not feel quite right to let him face the grief all alone.

It was a good day in Bree. Sun was shining on the market square as the company entered, their carts and packs with wares behind them. Amaken and others passed through the south gate with people watching with interest as they stop and set their stands near the Boar fountain. He looked quickly at everyone's faces. Everyone was in somewhat good mood, as it was the first organized market in a long time.

A letter arrives at the headquarters of the Company of the East Road. Though the adress is written neatly, addressed to "Furley, Anastasiar, and the Company", the contents of the of the letter within are scrawly and rather hard to read; almost as a child's.

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