Sorry for that all,
I dozed just before the moon rose.
Miss Cyn, stay were you are and I promise the children are fine.
I had fears of this day an so I's took some pre-cautions that seemed to have work.
Week or so ago I met with a farmer I've worked for in the past. From him I procured a few of his chickens an a small cage.
I told him On the day of the full moon to leaves them in a spot, I showed him, deep in the forest outside an away from Arbor.
Today, long befores sun down, I went out there.
Where as I set up camp and tied my leg to a large oak with the heaviest cord I could find. Several times.
My plans seems to have worked.
The cage is but splinters. The chickens are but feathers an blood and one of the cords is still tied to me leg.
I'll gets me self cleaned up, my armor has taken a beatin, back into Arbor, Back to Forgotten Hope.
I will see you all at Fair.
Thanks fer your concerns
Grimshaw