So im here, i finally made it to bree. ive heard all the stories about the prancing pony, the jailhouse and the terrorsome group of assassins 'the Defiant Daggers' and i am really excited to see what all the fuss is about. bree will be an excellent new place to carry on my pipe-weed business; lots of new customers eager to get their hands on the finest pipe-weed from all around... it was hard leaving Combe but im hoping to find new business opportunities here in bree.
I entered bree through the west gate, slowly trotting through on my horse; looking around at the marvelous buildings and the sound of everyday people going about their everyday job or activity. The smell of food, hot metal, pipe-weed and mead filled my nose as i got ever closer to the stables; greeting passers-by on my way.
When i got to the stables after a short trek through the town i sold my horse to the stable-master there for 90 silver and headed over to the prancing pony to order a room and have a drink. I stayed there for several hours the sounds of a crackling fire, drunks, music and conversations filled the room with a jolly atmosphere but after a few beverages and a quick smoke of some fresh pipe-weed i went up to my room in the top of the prancing pony; there to sleep for the first time in Bree.
