rest

Eduwiges of Faldham was content. The night before was the best night’s sleep she’d had in years. The day after her excursion at the Kheledul docks, her friend Addiela introduced her to Orduin of Aldburg. Orduin had somehow left the Mark where he and his father bred and trained the Mearas for the king and became a master blacksmith in Bree-town.

It was the end of a long and exhausting day, as Dorvus had returned to his hideout in Highburg, after a long day of gathering information, where years back, his old crew hanged out at. The tables of the inn outside his office remained empty, and all that were left were the memories Dorvus had kept, perhaps, one day, these tables would once more be filled with a brotherhood of thieves, perhaps...

Tired from riding all the night and day long, the travellers decided to have a rest. "Let us get a rest. I'll take the watch." - Katrandil said towards them, being tired as well but the two (in her opinion) deserved to rest more than she did. They looked at her, speaking almost at the same moment. "Don't mind if we do, no maam" - The hobbit started. Katrandil sat down on the log by the fire, watching her surroundings.