Errak

The day after my experience whilst gathering milk thistle I rose early, I was feeling strangely unsettled as if there were some unfinished business I had failed to attend to.  I had my breakfast and then headed to Errak’s home in Bree, a cottage just north of the Inn Gate which skirted the Bree farmsteads.  Upon my arrival I could hear chopping wood, I headed to the rear of the cottage where.

I had set off early, the sun was just yawning over the hills as I headed northwards of Bree.  I had decided to brew more of the tincture I gave to Errak's daughter as I had visits from three more Bree residents presenting with similar maladies.  I was especially targeting milk thistle as all of my recent encounters appeared liverish.  I found a thicket half way up a steep embankment, I knew there would be some growing on the perimeter as I'd harvested from there before.  I was deep in thought about this mystery illness, disease... enchantment?