The Black Steel

Fiontann kneels near a tree, he's keeping it to his right to hide him from the brigand camp up the hill, as well as the patrols that walk around. Some other trees five or four meters away from him cover him from the side of the lake as well, where the meeting will take place, he keeps the hood low to hide any white parts in the dark and waits for the meeting, he doesn't mind the cold.

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.

The door opens and a man in expensive clothing comes in, he has blue yes and black hair, yet some white is starting to show near his temples, he wears a plumed hat that he takes off the moment he steps into the inn and walks to the counter and orders a pint of beer.

Anriett is scanning the man enters the inn. She would wait if Liz greats him and says his name. Pulls back her hood when she hears the familiar name, turns her gaze towards the man and smiles at him, says in a kind tone.

Anriett was walking on the streets of Bree after traveled back from Rohan...all alone.
Was looking around to see if anything changed in the town or if she can see any familiar faces on her way, but none was around to greet or have a drink with after a long time.
She stopped next to the boar fountain and sat down on the edge of it. Took a deep breath when a piece of paper was flying towards her and landed on her lap. She grabbed the paper and started to read it:

It was dark, a seeping unnatural black with the air so thick it is hard to breathe. The Warg trotted through the brush sniffing here and there following a track he took up, growling with hunger. The dried up rotten grass underneath his feet made the slightest sound as he climbed the slope. The bowstring tightened; just a few more feet...

He had been riding for some hours under the spring sun when the West Gate of Bree took shape ahead of him, it was months since the last time he saw his hometown and now he returned again. He travelled through the Northwest parts of Eriador, remaining out of sight, avoiding the company of others and curious eyes, but now he was back, for how long even he didn’t know. Hedinn trotted faster, knowing that once they’d reach the town Fion would get off his back and walk on foot, the horse would be ridden of the burden of the man and his equipment after a long time.

It has been some time now that after remaining in Bree for two months I left again, this time for an unknown reason, U just felt restless, I couldn't remain there and do nothing. I packed what is necessary for a trip and left, I passed through the Shire and Southernmost Evendim, Eastern Ered Luin and now I am on my way to the North Downs. Why I do know not, but I feel that I have to keep moving. I feel free...

From Bree to Combe, from Combe to Trestlebridge and from Trestlebridge to Bree again, but, this time we got lucky, I don't know how or why, but we did. We met that man called Carter and he told me that his attacker is somewhere in the fields in Bree-land, hiding among the brigands, he misses his left arm, and two fingers in his right hand, a man like that will be easy to be found.