On Patrol (Continued from Let's Go to the Prancing Pony)

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* Soft trumpeting from Olorin the oliphaunt woke everyone to a morning of wind and rain. Waiting for Elenna to wake up and provide a morning hug, the oliphaunt shook water from the folds in its ears onto the Elf and anyone who happened to be nearby. *

* After the draining battle against the wraith, the fire had been left untended. No one had kept the night watch, unless you counted those who had done more tossing and turning than sleeping. *

* The campfire had been blown out. The meager remains of badger stew hanging in the iron kettle above the dead embers resembled thin soup with a hint of turnip or leek bobbing into view if you looked close. Olorin wandered over to the stew kettle and drank. *

* Gandalf awoke to find a note tacked to a nearby oak tree. The note had been left behind by the Hedgemaiden Moridel. According to this written message, the Ranger had needed to attend to some business of her own, promised to meet up with the company again if at all possible, and bade the group not to wait for her, but to go on ahead to Sarn Ford. *

* Gandalf rekindled the fire as the rest of the company woke up. *