Hedge on fire
I was never aware of so many foreigners within our Hedge. We men of Bree, hobbits and dwarves, lived in courteous serenity. Keeping to our own problems, desires and goals.
Watch, they kept us safe since early days of Bree, they kept safe those who came to our hamlet to call their own. Now they are called out, for things they are not yet in knowledge to do? All this seemed strangely illogical and manufactured to the brim.
I know only one thing.
Bree-folk are not made of mud, we are brazen as boars, dauntless and our rage is great.