Today I arrived in the settlement called 'Bree town'. The people here are a laugh, they don't look like warriors but they still boast about their victories in the local tavern called the Pony.
First things first, I just arrived when I saw this man beating up a silly looking woman. Why would a man challenge a woman in the first place? I still don't understand the standards here but it matters not. Roggvir, who I met at the same moment, told me that I wouldn't dare to chop that abusive man's hand off. Twenty silver coins said I could, so I did, casually. Nothing challenging about chopping a hand off in some dark corner on a rock, while the troublemaker is being held down. That twenty coins got me a hot meal and a decently filled tankard of mead. I suppose I have to learn a thing or two about the men of Bree. Threland, a local, he didn't like what I had done to the woman-puncher. Again, that doesn't matter anymore, I think Threland is a good man. And so is Roggvir, another North born.
At the end of the day Threland was stabbed by a young girl, she screamed so loud I would have almost started punching females myself. But when we, Roggvir and I, tried to interrogate the squealing girl, we got interrupted by two men in blue. Dagsamir and some other coward. He hold a blade to my back, what a fool. If I would face him in a place of battle, he would not stand a chance. Cowards.
Enough writing for now, I have to get my hands on some new ink because the bottle is frozen. Besides, I need to look after the injured Threland and the overworried woman from the south, of which the name I forgot. Ceo somewhat.
