CHAPTER 9:
Dear Nessy,
Hello! I hope you are starting to feel better, the Waypoint isn’t the same without you. I have heard some funny and interesting stories from some of the patrons, I will get to that. But I hope you feel better soon. It’s not that you don’t tell the stories well, thank you for trying anyway, I think it’s just harder to write them down than it is to tell them. Those geese bothered me, I’m glad the Bluebird didn’t stay with them. I’m sure whatever is in the shadows won’t end up getting to him, I wonder if she will have him finally find the rabbits he thinks he likes so much. I wonder how that will go.
Anyway, it was nice to hear from you and I hope we can adventure soon and go to Grandy’s together. The pub has been busy as ever lately, Buck seems troubled by something but he won’t tell me what it is. He’s been having Duke walk me home each night even though I’m completely fine going on my own.
Some of the patrons have been murmuring about howling and growling coming from deep in the woods when they go about their business. Willy, the woodcutter, in case you’ve forgotten who is who by now. He said he saw what looked like a wolf running on its hind legs. Like a person! Can you imagine? I think he’s had too much of Buck’s special brew if you ask me…
The town folk have been acting differently also. I’m not sure what to make of it. No one ever seems to be in the marketplace long. All of them are shifty-eyed if that makes sense. It’s like that Market keeper I told you about, the one that accused me of stealing and Buck had to save me from? Well, everyone seems to be looking around themselves suspiciously, which makes me not want to go around much outside of working with Buck, but even he seems to smile less.
My father and he have been meeting with the other townsfolk more often, closed doors so I can’t ever get a good listen to what they are discussing. Maybe you’ve heard something about all this from Grandy? No one seems to be smiling. It’s like a whole different world than when you enter into the Pub. All of the regulars get to talking and eventually the whole place is lively and full of laughter but, at first, it’s like there are clouds and rain that need to work their way out of each of them.
Anyway, if you know anything you should send it to me in a letter. Or better yet, feel better so we can check it out together. It isn’t as fun sneaking around the village without you!
Talk soon,
Your Friend,
Chester.