pickdean

The journey to Bree brought more answers than Atgar expected, though few of them offered comfort.

The matter of the stolen crate had long ceased to be a simple robbery.

Atgar returned to Pickdean with heavier steps than when he had first set out.

The trail into the hills had given answers, yet none of them brought comfort.

Atgar returned late in the night, angry and exhausted, to what remained of his cookshop.

The initial search with his neighbors had yielded little, and the sight before him offered no comfort. Broken shelves leaned against the walls, sacks lay torn and empty, his lockbox had been emptied - and worst of all, his prized food rations lay half-eaten across the floor.