Chronicles of Gwenbur: Entry 10

I have not written in a very long time, months in fact. I have been so busy, I have not had time to put quill to parchment. I have left Falathlorn. I sold the house Telfaras and I once shared, packed whatever I could and made for Bree-land. Living in Elven lands made me feel so lonely, so out of place. With Telfaras, I felt like I belonged there. Alone, is a whole different story. I have a large home in the Foxlin neighbourhood. It is lovely, just right for me. I encountered who I thought to be a local brigand at Isilorbor's home but a few weeks ago. He attempted to steal from my friend. We confronted him, but he managed to hurt himself when he ran into the mushroom tent's post. I offered to take the man to the Bree jail, but ended up taking pity when the man fell off my horse and seemed in a bad way. I took him to what he said was "home", a small, unpleasant hut in the same neighbourhood. The decor left a lot to be desired. I attempted to make the man comfortable, but my healing skills are very basic. He slept for a time, then we spoke. He started speaking in my native tongue - he is a man of the Mark! I could not believe one of my own had to resort to begging and stealing on the streets of Bree. Again, I took pity and suggested he come and stay with me. I am too soft for my own good. Perhaps, I hope he will change his ways. He apparently does not remember his parents since he was abandoned. He has no idea when he was born, but "feels nineteen years", in his words. I wish to help him find out his heritage. I do not know where to start. Perhaps I can ask some of the locals about him.