A sum up so far

The sun had taken position on the sky and was ready to set in less than two hours, Fiontann was standing under a gazebo on the other side of the village looking towards the entrance of it, contemplating what has passed so far. The time went by quick, so quick that he didn't even realise all that had happened, despite his doings in everything. He lifted his right foot up on the fence to loosen the laces of his boot and it all came to his mind.
It was like yesterday when he returned to Bree after many weeks of travelling, he settled there once more and bought one or two houses more. He took his time furnishing them and watching everything around him, the people that came and went in Bree, those he newly met, his old friends, he heard of the tidings from all over the land and thought... And he decided to re-build The Fateless Wanderers, this time with the name that came to him when he returned from Angmar, this would be the Order of The Black Steel, like the two black bracers he wore on his wrists, protecting them during fights. That would be the Order of The Black Steel, a company to protect those in need.
He searched for the old members but he didn't find most of them, they all scattered without a word, or they didn't manage to leave a word since he was away. Nevertheless, he had to find others to join and get under way once more, others that wouldn't be afraid to swing their swords against real enemies, others that would want to do more than sit in an inn and drink, others that would not be deterred by constant fight and travels. It would and will be hard to find that kind of people, he knew it, yet he started. The posters of the company seeking members were hanging all over the town now and he managed to find people who seemed to be able to do what was asked of them, time would tell soon...
Now he was there, under a gazebo near his own properties thinking about them, the cause and her, her who had returned from being away from a long time, her whom he knew for a long time, her who he wouldn't think they would be the way they are, yet that way it is. Anriett was in the house, the house they lived together, getting ready for the job that was going to take place in the night. She returned to Bree some weeks ago, her life wasn't as she thought would be when she returned to her homeland and now there she was once more, in Bree. Was it by luck or fate it was unknown and Fion does not believe in fate, she just appeared in the Prancing Pony where Fion was sitting with a new recruit of The Black Steel and asked him to join the company again. He couldn't refuse, she was an old friend who fought by his side many times and of whom he was always fond of as a friend.
She joined and Fion let her stay at his house for she had nowhere else to sleep, they started training together, drinking together and now they were together. She had proved herself in the past many times and now she did once again. They took a job, rather a task, of finding a caravan of a man, a caravan intended to leave the Shire and reach East, it was full of gold and it disappeared, probably stolen by bandits or orcs. Anriett proved herself by finding the task, as well as finding people who could say more and in a few hours she was going to meet a man named Twirks, he was the leader of a brigand band of Bree-land, if there is one to know it will be he, said a merchant in Combe, or something like that, Fion didn't hear that part well, but that man would know.
Now it was the time to learn, the time to determine if there was fighting coming soon and their skills would be put to an early test, against lesser foes, lesser than those that Fion plans to march against in the future. But the recruits need training and spars aren't always enough, not for them and not for him. In the end, helping someone usuall offers better reward that just slaying a foe who may march against the Free Peoples in the future...