Demlemoth

Why did I finish my last entry with the words "what may come"? I spoke in haste, it seems, for yesterday was another whirlpool of madness, both terrible and lovely. Will life ever just calm down for a day or a week or a month? Bree seems to be some sort of hub for insanity of all kinds...as if it draws folk of passion, both wicked and good, from all corners of Middle Earth, concentrating them into the hedged walls of this little town and tumbling them together.

Aeruthuil had looked up from his daydreaming as Demlemoth stood right in front of him. He was very fond of the man and in a way they shared the same sort of pain. Dem told him that he wanted to take him to a place and Aeruthuil agreed. As they walked, it was quiet and calm. Aeruthuil looked up in the night sky as if the stars were calling him home.

Marrienne entered the main room of the Pony, after having spent a very long while in the back rooms. Her husband had come and gone, taking the twins she was the proud mother of back to their house, and now she was left with not knowing what else to do. She raised a brow, before looking around the main room... and spotting her boss and brother-in-law. "Boss? Dem?" she asked, confused.

Demlemoth spoke up in greeting, “Hello Marrie.”