Yet another day on the road. I am drawing near to the land of Bree, and while I have traveled through the town in the past, I have never resided there for an extended period of time. I look forward to seeing new faces, and seeing their culture.
The travel has been long, and rather lonely. Though my writings here have brought me small comfort, in confiding my thoughts to parchment. I often wonder if anyone will read this one day, when I have passed from this world to another? Perhaps my children, should I be granted the joy of having them in the future. If I can find work to tutor in Bree, I dearly hope I can begin a path to having a home with a family I can call my own. Father always said I would make a great father myself, though I have not yet found why he thought so. He always did think well of me, even when there was not much to think well of.
Ah, yes, there were some others who were traveling as well. They were rough and crude, and they demanded to see what I was carrying. The fools seemed to know nothing of the value of the books I carried, and decided to take the coin I had set aside as a diversion instead. Most of my coin I keep hidden buried in my pack, for just an occasion.
I am close to the town of Bree, perhaps only another day of traveling. I have been telling myself 'only a little further' every day, and now it finally is only a little further. I hope I will finally find a place to call home.
