A "tall" halfling walks through the streets of Trollsbane, when arriving at the shop he takes a dirty little paper out of his bag and pins it on the wall, by using his dagger.
My dear and well-loved darling, dear friends,
I apologize for not beeing in town in the last few days. While I was smithing some spoons for our wedding-party a grey raven sat down on my shoulder. He told me that a ship - under command of of my cousin Sam - is waiting for me at the northern coast. - No time to lose - So a few minutes later my cousin and me sailed to uncles little island. When I arrived, the raven told me the reason: My uncle wanted to talk to me 'bout our marrige.
I really don't know from whom he might know that we're going to marry, but who cares...?
mhh, I hope to see you soon, baby, but now I 'll have to sleep, the journey really was strenuous.
I love you!
yours Timmy
The hobbit walks out of the shop and leaves the town.
A letter to Zasmia - ...and my friends...
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