A few peculiar days have passed in Bree. I have decently enstablished myself in this culture. But aswell have I made more than one enemy. I found out how corrupted men can be, men that are supposed to protect the people. We, Threland, Roggvir, Ceoswath and I jailed a mute girl. She deserved it, being part of an organisation that I shall not write about. But they will have their downfall. That is a warrior's promise.
I did however made good allies too. Again, I will not be noting big names. Just my friends, eventhough I think Threland is becoming rather well-known in this place. Perhaps he already was. I had a good few laughs too. The southlandish woman Ceoswath clearly hates Roggvir and I. But I think she would make a worthy ally, she is honest.
Time to end the writing again, I have alot of work to do here.
