I have finally made it to the Brandywine Bridge after what seems like an already long journey. As I sit here on this stone bridge, I wonder if I am prepared for what may lie ahead. It seems my curiosity will get the better of me since I already feel myself being drawn to the other side of the river.
I know not what lies beyond this bridge. Yes there is Buckland, which I have been to a few times, and father out the town of Bree, but that is all I know. I think I shall spend a little time in Buckland to rest up and continue to head east to the town of Bree, but I dare not stay too long. Being this close to the Old Forest is already making me uncomfortable. After hearing all those stories, I hope I never have to go in there...
