Cutch

A sort of contented revelry descended upon Adso’s Camp that evening, as House Bar-en-Acharn celebrated the success of their latest expedition.  The Household had uncovered plots and schemes swirling beneath the eaves of the Wildwood, but dealing with those would wait another day; for Lady Seregrían and Cutch Crane had been reunited at last,

          House Bar-en-Acharn rode out from Stock at dawn the next morning, after another standing breakfast and settling accounts with the innkeeper.  Lancogard’s fears vanished, and Applecider giggled when Seregrían bade Ostler Chubb set a tankard on the bar – and poured into it the contents of her p

          The Household of Bar-en-Acharn was encamped at Woodhall in the Shire, the afternoon slipping into the evening, when the sound of a pony’s hooves came clattering up the nearby road and turned towards the encampment.  All there rose as the rider reined up just near the fire circle, and a halfling sprang from the saddle, sporting a broad-brimmed leather hat, a crossbow amongst his gear.

Morning had dawned clear in Falathlorn, the sunlight peeking over the heights and through the trees which screened Torn-en-Aduial on the banks of the Lhûn.  At the mansion of Torech Besruth, members of House Bar-en-Acharn gathered in the Grand Hall, some only just arriving, their mounts grazing freely outside.

Being another letter from Applecider Bolingbroke, to Lancogard North-Took, Hon. Deputy-Shirriff of the Northfarthing (still apparently on the beat), left attached to the first, written roughly half a day later:

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Being a letter from Applecider Bolingbroke, to Lancogard North-Took, Hon. Deputy-Shirriff of the Northfarthing –

          The Household of Bar-en-Acharn had not held council for over a month, given both the inclement weather and the far-flung errantries they had undertaken.  Now, however, this particular afternoon saw members of the Household gathered together, sharing a meal in the Grand Hall of Torech Besruth.  Seated around the red table, they indulged in an ample feast of venison and assorted cheeses and breads.

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14 Hrívë in the Reckoning of Imladris (annotated with notes from Torech Besruth and Bree-town)