Adalbart

It's been a while since I wrote, hasn't it?  Lucky for me the guards didn't take my parchment and pen.  Why I put myself behind bars is a rather funny story.

I’m finding it difficult to put my thoughts to paper today.

It would take a novel to recount the events in their entirety. I will not try to.

((OOC note: I'll be adding a few lyrics from a song solely to how Dryn would have thought of the events and a tad bit of entertainment. Kudos to you who know the song))

There's too many men, too many people

Making too many problems....

Appalled is the only word I have.
I am appalled that the people of Bree willingly soak up the lies and slander their so called Watch spew out of their mouth, like thirsty, dry sponges thrown into a sea.
How has this even been allowed to happen?
I am baffled and appalled. Where do I even begin? They insult and slander visitors and citizens alike and expect us to respect them and bow down to kiss their boots? 

There was little sleep to be had. The overnight guards' voices, the shuffling of boots passing her cell, the occasional lecherous whisper of the other prisoners, all served to deny her any slumber.

It was dusk when Aallan could hear footsteps coming through the Chetwood.  At last, he could have his chance to talk with his father and give him a piece of his mind, or perhaps even with some luck even get him to leave Bree-Town and go about his buisiness.  Unfortunately, he was not so lucky, as he scaled his way to the canopies of the forest, he could also see seven more armed men accompanying the man who called himself his father.  Upon further inspection from where he was, and the foliage covering him, he could make out the uniforms of these seven men.

*The text is written poorly with many spelling errors. The parchment is stained with a small spray of red dots *

Dear journal

Mother always said that if you have many bad news then try and talk about something nice before.