Eroforth

    The day after I had written about the last events had been fruitful in a way.

Found:

Towerglan. Again.

So, bored out of my pretty little wits and in severe need of a change of scenery, I utilised that handily situated trellis to get myself up onto Steel's back again and rode myself straight out of Bree!

To Towerglan.

Ah, the smell of a new book. I promised myself that I would not get caught up in this again. Yet, here I am. Pen and ink to hand, there is little else to do at this hour.

Well, another day. Another deal done. I did not anticipate my stay would last this long, The Captain in Trestlebridge was more than willing to strike up a business deal.

The local whores were hard to miss, there was a time I would not have shunned a night of comfort.

Wandering through the markets of Bree-town, Dagramir perused the wares with keen eyes. Scoffing at the brazen proclamations of "The best swords in all of Eriador!", and stifling back laughs at the weird and wonderful items on display of the stalls of Bree. He took in the fresh air, hands clasping comfortably behind his back as his mind would drift to memories of old.

Bored. That’s what he was. Bored. Mind numbing and endless boredom.

Confined to his bed in the most uncomfortable position, Taraborn lay recovering from his wounds. Narys had stitched up his back, tended to him and so on, keeping him fed and warm. But he was more or less confined to his bed unless he needed the toilet. Avoiding putting too much pressure on his back, and trying to not lay on his still tender rib cage, Taraborn was left laying awkwardly on his side the entire time.

The shop was silent, empty, and dark when she stepped inside. This was of no concern to her for the hour was late and she was, at heart, a creature of the darkness. Tonight however, it was really rather comforting. After the bright bustle and the hectic merriment of the evening, she needed some peace in which to process all that she had seen and learned.