
Give fire to the Traveler, who comes in from the cold. Give fresh food and clothes to the weary Man who has come down from the mountains

Sons and Daughters of the Mark, brothers and sisters, hear me! Home is behind and Rohan suffers, you are wandering away in search for a better life. Seek no more, the Eorlingas will provide! All Rohirrim, wandering about, having lost their home, forced out of their lands, we provide shelter, a home.
Come to Bree-land, and step into our Mead Hall of Steadfast, step back into Rohan (Pickgrove, 8 Long Street). There, we maintain a small community to back each other up, caring for one and another, being it watching the Outpost, cooking, farming, tailoring, brewmasters.. All are welcome. We, sons of Eorl, daughters of Eorl, have to care for each other. Let us raise our mug, to Rohan... in Bree! SKOL!
Contact Wulfreda or Maedred for information or to join up.


