Jumped head first

The journal glows, as a new message comes in. Written in Grim’s hand, for his friend Mariam. He’d missed their last planned meeting because of his little jaunt deeper into the Free Marches, so once he was finished communing with the being inside of him, with Ruth’s help, he immediately collected his journal. He didn’t want Mariam to worry about him, he’d never missed a meeting before entirely. Perhaps a bit late, but this was a couple of days overdue.

Mariam

Hey, I’m alive. Too much to explain in writing, but we need to meet up. I met someone that was able to help me make sense of my black outs. The news is simply too wild to explain in writing. Meet me at our favourite tavern? I promise I’ll make it this time.

Your Friend,

Grim

She raised an eyebrow at the glow and flipped the journal open, reading the words.


Grim,

You better make it, if you don't, I'll going to hunt you down, and potentially bring Gabe along with me this time tio make sure you stop missing these meetings.

~Mari

Dear Mariam,

I knew I could count on you to be there. Let's meet at The Winking Skeever tavern in that town I can never remember the name of. I'll be there this coming Saturday evening, around sunset. That gives me enough time to finish up some business in Arlathan first.

See you soon!

Grim

Forever Platonic Love of my Life
Dearest Grim

The Winking Skeever, really? This is the place we want to frequent again? If I remember, didn't we participate in a brawl there, the last time we drank there. Mind, it wasn't our fault, but..

You complete me,
Mari

P.S. I might have found some really good pipe weed.

Grim chuckled as he read Mariam’s letter, her playful tone bringing a smile to his face. He leaned back in his chair, imagining her rolling her eyes as she wrote it.

Dearest Mari

Forever Platonic Love of My Life,

Yes, the Winking Skeever. It’s got its charm, doesn’t it? And you have to admit, that brawl was one for the ages. We showed them, didn’t we? But you’re right, maybe we should aim for a quieter spot this time, just for a change of pace. How about the Wayward Pines? Isn’t that a bit quieter?

Grim

P.S. Good pipe weed, you say? Now that’s something to look forward to. Bring it along next time we meet. I’ve got a new story or two to share over a good smoke.

@Mariam DeTyne

The book had a faint glow about it, when she sat down from her evening bath, her riot of curls dripping dry over a towel she had "borrowed" from Gabe's room at the Inn. They never gave her enough in her own for the mass of hair she had. But the entry made her smile.


My love,

Wayward Pines would let us smoke the pipe weed in the main tavern without any.. inappropriate glances. Plus they don't know us as well there, which means we can try not to get in trouble at atleast one tavern we frequent.

Wayward Pines, it always sounds like a place they send Wardens after they're past their prime, doesn't it?

~M