It has been a very hard day today. The rain has been thrashing down on me! Soaked right through to my hobbit skin, I am.
To make matters worse, I spied in the sky a horde of carrion, which soon hovered above me. Spies! I am sure that they must have been spies! But who from? The wife, Pashanor, maybe? No, I don’t think she would resort to crows. Ah wait a minute, could these be the same carrion from out of Dunland that came upon the Company as they reached Hollin? It seems quite feasible, if my knowledge of the timeline of the quest is correct!
All in all, the ordeal has left me somewhat concerned for my safety. I have therefore found myself some covered shelter for the night. This should protect me both from the spying eyes of the birds, and also save me from a proper drenching whilst I sleep!