Armour

Captain Baraz'dan had the Rothgimil anchored some way off the cape of Umbar, as they had arranged. No inference was expected from the authorities, but the cunning old smuggler was taking no chances.

The path was clear of other travellers. The night was still and slightly warm, Tintalle’s stars shone clear and bright. It was no hardship for Estarfin and I to ride down to Celondim. We left our horses at the stables, and walked along the river front. There were only a handful of folk even there. 

He was dreaming.

She had red hair, long and flowing unbound. The breeze swept it back, and lightly tangled it in invisible fingers. It took up part of her red gown as well, so that it ballooned out behind her. She laughed. 

Twenty nine… almost?

While on a mission for Bingo, Xobin met Theodore Gorse, a master treasure seeker.
He was offering training sessions, so Xobin took up this opportunity.

Sent on a mission to solve a puzzle, Xobin found a chest

Another clue given, another clue solved. Xobin looks down on the crows below.