Adventure

This poem
Of fiery flames and halls of old,
Of things that scare, and tales untold,
Of birds that sang and Spring that sprang

It was still raining and the sky was beginning darken. The group now walked a few paces South of Bree before they turned right and went West towards the Barrows. They conversed as they went. They spoke about the Barrows and what they may just find there, this only made Eofeole's confidence rise like a bright sun in a clear summer's morning.

I'm worried.

 

Stonsten. The bloody fool, he must  be losing his mind.

 

He has found

                  a Dragon's egg

I've finally had a decent day to clear my head! I walked back to Bree, failed to rob a guy, heard people plot against us, and even me myself.. It was terrible.. But then I dyed my hair black and started going under a Bree-landish persona, Alexa Thistlewool. Juhryhu still recognized me though.

So, where was I? Ah. First day in Bree-land. Well, it was around eleven years ago. I was tired. I had been traveling, fighting, and muling around whatever I could carry for three years. No place to call home, no time to rest. I was wanted in six different towns for robbery. Though, I knew nothing else to do. I was on a long walk. My legs felt more wobbly than a newborn fawn's.