Ceou's "Empty" Journal, "Michael Blackbent and Bree-land"

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. I had just walked through the lone-lands and found where grass was actually growing. At least grass means life, even if it was somewhere I had never been before. Night had just fallen, and I could hardly move. It was a shame my old horse was no longer around. That's when I first ran into Michael Blackbent. He was young, about the age I am now I believe, and he was camped out by a big tree. His hair was longer than mine, and I found a bit of comfort in his crooked smile. He caught me passing by and called me over to his camp, the smell of roasting meat made going over irresistible. I saw a look in his eyes. One I recognized. He was indecisive, looking at me. He couldn't tell if he should have robbed me or felt pity for me. I'm glad he decided to stay his blade, because I don't go out without a fight, and I couldn't have possibly won with what little power I posessed. Instead of taking my things and running, he fed me. Gave me a place to sleep that night. Allowed me a feeling of safety I hadn't had in over a decade. The next morning, I was up before him. I took my things from the campsite, and headed towards the town he pointed out the night before. Bree. That's how I ended up here! You can thank Michael for that!