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Another day, another trip to Bree.
I saw none of the normal faces today. I expect Rahvic is doing off somewhere doing something that would cause me to bang my head against a wall. I imagine, meanwhile, that Dernwynn and Ruemax are preparing for the celebration ahead. I wonder if they've secured a place for their honeymoon yet?
It could, very easily, have been an exceptionally boring day were it not for a chance meeting with a total stranger. Orduin, a man of Rohan.
Generally speaking, I have an inherent dislike of Eorlings. I try hard not to judge them all on the bad experiences I've had, but even I must admit to some prejudice on occasion. This one, however, quickly managed to put my mind at ease in that regard. An Eorling who freely traffics with elves? One who shows no sign of the xenophobia I grew up with? Who is humble, unassuming and yet so very bluntly spoken? 'Tis a marvel! He's offered to introduce me to his Elven friends, which could prove interesting.
I was flattered when he asked me out to dinner, I must admit. I declined as kindly as I could. He seemed to take it well, which is encouraging. Perhaps we'll meet again.
But for now, I must find a way to discard of yesterday's failed attempt at baking - perhaps I should store these brick-breads for next time I need the walls repaired? - and see what else I can fail to cook.
If you're going to aim, aim high. If you're going to fail, fail spectacularly!
A little style and flair never hurts either.
