I haven't been in Bree in years. And truly, I am not sure what made me return to it. I had been spending my time in the North Downs, doing honest work for once in my life, but I missed my home. And so I left behind that life, a comfortable one, and I began heading back to the Lone Lands. My parents might not still be alive, but I still have family there, and I missed them.
I spent most of the evening torturing a poor soul, apparently the leader of a company. Ebold was his name. Most of our talk I avoided talking about my job and my life, and instead pestered him about his. I think I eventually grew on him, and it seems that he wishes to talk more in the future. Try as I might, though, he surely isn't an easy man to sway, and I suppose it takes a lot of willpower to not give into a woman's wishes.
He eventually left and I bid him farewell, before making me way back to Come. The Inn there is where I've settled down for tonight to start writing. I had intended on leaving for the morning, but Ebold has hinted that he would like to join me in my travels, at least for a small while. I suppose that I shall wait around and see, for it's always better to travel with company than without.
