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It was a day like any other for Fiontann, he was sitting somehow apart from the Company, but kept his on them, as well as the townsfolk, he was expecting an attack on Eaworth any day, after his Company burned the orc encampment. They were all there, together, around the fire, talking, he was next to a house, sitting on a stump of a tree, holding a jar full of ale, as always.

I was fairly tired from yesterdays journel here, yet I am glad to be among the people I love and to have them safe. I spoke with Alimaenda on how Varni and Hrai were doing on their teachings, Varni was doing well in her tracking and archery and so on, while Hrai was proving rather difficult and instead sought to learn by reading of scrolls of other scholarly endveaors.

He had put on the clothes he had for formal ceremonies and meetings, he polished his boots, straps, clasps, the sword and mostly the cane that was going to be in his hand mostly before heading to Bree. Then he went straight to the barber to have his long beard trimmed as he always has it but this time it was a special occasion, so he went to a barber to make sure that he would take good care of it, then he had him take care of his hair, after a long time he had to do that, cut some hair a little, as long as his beard. Once ready he slowly made his way to the Boar Fountain and waited.