Here I stand, on the outskirts of this small town called Bree...After more than a year of travelling, the road has brought me here. What a beautiful scenery for one to admire. Rolling hills, small forests, lonely farms in the middle of nowhere... It almost brings peace to my mind, merely by walking through these fields, gazing at nature's creations. I might have a chance to start anew, after all...
I have been travelling for more than a year, and everywhere I went, the scenery was the same. Oppressed, and oppressors... Be they kings, dukes, lords, merchants, guards, or simply wealthy citizens, I have not found one place where oppression was not a common sight. And they tell you that we fight united against a common enemy... And with that excuse they extort heavy taxes from the lower classes, with that excuse they drag children away to serve in some distant land, with that excuse they place spies and snitches everywhere... What a load of horse dung... From the great cities of Gondor to the vast plains of Rohan, the situation is hardly different. And to think that I used to fight for these people, that I used to hunt down and eradicate the corrupted...
Now, as I make my way to the north, towards the town of Bree, I am greeted with a different scenery, and it almost brings me joy. Most of the people I have met are nothing more than simple farmers, woodworkers, or herders... Yet they know how to smile and how to tell a joke, without whinning about cruel lords and oppressive militia. The man I am, or rather, the man I was, would have no place here. I shall place my past in deep slumber, and take upon me a new form, a new personality.
I will see what this place has to offer, what it hides beneath this cheerful exterior, what shadows lurk in it's darkest corners. For where the light is bright, the shadows are thick... Let this place be my nest, at least for a while.
Now... There are people I have to learn soon. I have a slight feeling that I will be surprised.
[Originally written by the player of Crow (Derakoth)]
