Cold chicken and burnt man

Rode my new horse ter Bree! Feh, stinks as bad as ever, that place. Had ter tell Him what I'd been a'doin' an' give Him what I found. Even if he cleans them up I don' see it being worth much. Still, 'taint fer me to tell Him His business, eh? He jus' looks at me, nodded His head and shoves the lot in a bag. The He says 'what have you seen? who have you met? what did you take? ...' He goes on an' on fer hours, never lettin' me sit down an' never givin' me a drink or nothin'. He even gets be runnin' over to the Pony and gettin' Him his meal! Nice chicken pie they gives him, best cut of chicken an' all, and taters, some wine ... no beer mind. all fancy on a plate, silver spoon an' knife. well i aint seen such ... like a bloody eorl's dinner. I dursn't understand, He gets me a'runnin' about after rubbish, but he must have a bag or two o'gold stuffed away... So when He's finished with me, and his bloody dinner, i takes the plate and things back. thats the last time they'll send him silver spoons and knife... heh, should get a few coins for 'em! Met the helm trader, that giffer (Amlarad), by the fountain. i reckon its his patch, hereabouts. He tried to run me off! feh, as if I wanted his patch! he's welcome to Bree, heh... better stuff further north. Iffen he was nice, he could come and work fer Him. But his as sour as an old woman chewin' a three legged dog.