The sun beat down on Ceonbura as she sat outside the Prancing Pony, ticking tasks off of her mental to do list. She had brushed Aernyst and given him some good food. She had taken him to the farrier to get his shoes checked over to make sure they were not in need of repair. She had even begun packing items in her room for what she was going to take on the trip. As she sat under the hot summer sun, she knew there was something she had forgotten, probably due to the heat turning her brain to mush.

Dragnar "Goldenbeard" notes:

News travels fast in Bree-town, the Baker had learnt.

Rafel and Hound had witnessed her flour delivery being stopped and she was in a state about what she was to do. 

Dear Fiontann,

I write to you in haste, as I am keen to update you on the situation in the Wildwood as soon as may be.

Evonne Elmwater to Fiontann of the Black Steel, greeting!

It has certainly been an eventful day!

Saving the Farm Click here to listen

Isulril died that night.

She had been his captive for weeks, had been living in darkness for longer than she could count days. The cave in which he had kept her was so very dark, echoing with eerie, disturbing sounds from time to time. She had endured so much for him, had loved him in her strange, selfish way, had taken all of his torments...and yet.