Post by cassiopeia on Jan 3, 2013 12:37:56 GMT -5
Casswyn had travelled to the ancient settlement of Bree, the most westerly settlement of men. She had stayed at the inn of the Prancing Pony, with it quickly becoming apparent that she would find no work in the immediate area. Casswyn was accustomed to such disappointments and had been prepared to walk away, content that she had at least seen yet another corner of Middle Earth. It was as the young rider settled her bill, ready to take to the road once more, that she noticed a letter posted behind the bar. At Casswyn's request, the landlord had handed it over. Reading through it a few times Casswyn quickly deduced that it was possibly be the easiest employment she had ever considered taking. After all, it was a note from a young Hobbit who wanted to explore beyond the borders of the Shire and needed a guide. Casswyn was almost always on the road anyway, all she need do was bring the Hobbit, Taiatelm, with her. There was, however, the concern of being responsible for the safety of another.
With a ponderous expression on her face, Casswyn had left the inn, tucking the letter into her pocket. Mounting Uvaer, her behemothic black mare, Casswyn had left Bree. Hesitating only a little and quickly consulting her map, Casswyn chose not to head South, but West, towards the Shire. Surely there could be no harm in meeting this Taiatelm character? Casswyn was sure she would be able to deduce quickly whether they would make good company together and whether the Hobbit had the necessary hardiness to spend time on the road. Besides, she was curious – she had never met a Hobbit before. If the meeting did not go well, if Taiatelm had changed his mind or already employed another Casswyn could use the journey to purchase some Longbottom pipe-weed in the Southfathing. The young woman did not smoke but she knew it to be a popular weed, there would be people on her journey willing to part with precious coins in exchange for a few pinches of the stuff. Her journey would not be wasted.
It had taken a full day to reach the border of the Shire and Casswyn had crossed the Brandywine bridge with a feeling of great anticipation. It really is a most peculiar place, Casswyn thought to herself, And a most peculiar people. Along the road she met few Hobbits, the gardens looking strangely empty – did they hear her coming and hide themselves away? Those that Casswyn did encounter either returned her warm smile with looks of suspicion or nodded politely but were obviously bemused by her presence.
Pulling out the letter, Casswyn looked at the address noted there. Then Casswyn pulled out her map, frowning a little as she examined it. Uvaer shifted impatiently beneath her and gave a great bellowing snort. Surely the Hobbit's abode must be near here...
With a ponderous expression on her face, Casswyn had left the inn, tucking the letter into her pocket. Mounting Uvaer, her behemothic black mare, Casswyn had left Bree. Hesitating only a little and quickly consulting her map, Casswyn chose not to head South, but West, towards the Shire. Surely there could be no harm in meeting this Taiatelm character? Casswyn was sure she would be able to deduce quickly whether they would make good company together and whether the Hobbit had the necessary hardiness to spend time on the road. Besides, she was curious – she had never met a Hobbit before. If the meeting did not go well, if Taiatelm had changed his mind or already employed another Casswyn could use the journey to purchase some Longbottom pipe-weed in the Southfathing. The young woman did not smoke but she knew it to be a popular weed, there would be people on her journey willing to part with precious coins in exchange for a few pinches of the stuff. Her journey would not be wasted.
It had taken a full day to reach the border of the Shire and Casswyn had crossed the Brandywine bridge with a feeling of great anticipation. It really is a most peculiar place, Casswyn thought to herself, And a most peculiar people. Along the road she met few Hobbits, the gardens looking strangely empty – did they hear her coming and hide themselves away? Those that Casswyn did encounter either returned her warm smile with looks of suspicion or nodded politely but were obviously bemused by her presence.
Pulling out the letter, Casswyn looked at the address noted there. Then Casswyn pulled out her map, frowning a little as she examined it. Uvaer shifted impatiently beneath her and gave a great bellowing snort. Surely the Hobbit's abode must be near here...