As Torry nudged his horse through Bree’s west end gate, the town opened before him. To the left, the stables were abustle with horses and riders. Wagons were being loaded or unloaded, and townsfolk and traders were greeting each other or haggling. Straight ahead, the broad stone-paved lane rose toward the peak of Bree-hill. Lining the lane on either side, the west-end shops had already opened to a sunny morning, proprietors sharing greetings amongst themselves and early shoppers. 

The fork, propelling through the air by means of a fist hitting the table too hard, clatters to the ground. The sound is lost over the chatter and laughter of the patrons. It lies there for a few moments before a wayward boot-kick sends it sliding across the hardwood floor. Neatly tucking itself in the dark crevice underneath a bookshelf, it waits.

The Lady lifted the wooden sword in her hand and the makeshift shield, barking out orders like she were a commander on the battle-field. She felt as if she were someone else, Somewhere Else. "No, no you're footing is off my boy! Are you dancing to a Minstrel's tune? Or are you training?" 

The rain outside was making a splat sound on the wood boards of the old porch. That sound could be heard more than the distance rumbles of thunder, or the fait cracks of lightning descending from the clouds. Masin had his eyes closed, but he was not sleeping, too many thoughts for him to hush his mind. A loud slap from the storm outside finally made his eyes open. He pushed his hair back as he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

The Pony was slow tonight, after it being busy for many nights it felt good. Egfor's friend's latest interest came into the common room. She has ginger hair, which automatically makes me distrust her...if she is like Egfor's friend with red hair, I want nothing to do with her. But Fox finds her interesting. I know nothing of the attraction a man has for a woman, nor do I care to know. A man started flirting with her...and she flirted back. I was a bit shocked, as women tend to do it less than men when involved but I had a feeling Fox would not like this development.

Imladris, T.A. 3431

"You do not have to fight. There is none who can tell how this battle may end."

Because of her hideous disfigurement she did not look at all like the young woman that she was. Arduously she kept dragging herself along the pavement in slow, jerking movements, supporting her weight on two wooden canes that had been strapped onto her arms, looking like she might fall down with every painful step.

Addiela looked in that direction and got a twinkle in her eyes as she turned back to call out to Neth. "One more place before we leave?"

Nethrida deadpaned at the spook house, then leaned towards Ryn "I've decided we're NOT going there..." she nodded with great confidence that the matter was thusly resolved.