it was a one fine autumn morning. The ground frost has allready covered the keep's grounds yet the sun still tended to show its strength on the clear blue sky. Bemoful yawned and with two chucks he flexed his arms leaning forward in his rocking chair. Suddenly he seized the folded letter laying beneath the door. 

"What a mess, what a mess. Someone might have as well swept this away."

He took a pin from his tailoring equipment and attached the letter to the keep's notice board. A wedding, and right in the longears nest. It may be worth to see.

He narrowed his beard cues, took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped out of the door.

*notes down the date change, so she can remind others*