Kuzgun pulled the reins tight to make her steed slow down and looked at the wall that surrounds Bree. *How long has passed since I left here?* She wondered. *3 years? Maybe more…*
She passed the guarded entrance and made her way to the stables. She knew that there is no need for her to leave her steed behind. Still Kuzgun felt like to have a little walk amongst the streets of the town once more.
“Behave” she whispered her bad tempered companion and warned in a serious tone “no more biting!”
The horse made some grumbling noises as he paws the ground with his hoof. Kuzgun smiled softly and stroke the long, mixed manes before she leave.
Like most of the time of her travels she had a little backpack and decided to take the long way before she make her way into the prancing pony. Kuzgun turned right and headed to the town vault. All seemed the same… The taxidermist, jasmine garden, hunters lodge, town hall, jail… She just stopped by the metalsmith and left one of her dagger to be whetted.
Although everything seemed the same, she felt the difference and smiled softly as she came to an understanding… It wasn't the town that has been changed. It was her eyes that see everything different than before…
