Durin finds an envelope waiting for him when he returns from another all-night drinking session. He still finds it funny to out-drink the toughest of the feeble humans.
Opening the envelope and pulls out the neatly written letter…
Dear Durin,
Please forgive us for leaving without you. Unfortunately two urgent job offers came up and we couldn’t find you before we had to depart.
We are heading along the North road to Gom Dulat. It is about a weeks ride from Febril.
Catch up if you can, otherwise meet us there.
Regards,
Mendez.
The hairy Dwarf looks at the letter for some time before crumpling it up in his hand. He heads downstairs to see the Innkeeper and coughs for attention.
Thrusting the crumpled piece of paper into the middle-aged man’s hand, Durin grumbles, “Will you read this to me?”.
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