Fenley

Last night, I got to see everyone again. In sooth, I was so excited to finally speak to Mister Arthur Hazelwood about his portrait that I might have been a bit over-enthusiastic. I had piles of papers of sketches and concepts, and I think he was overwhelmed by all the ideas I presented him with.

She wasn't often one to get lost. She thought by now, having been in Bree for a few weeks, she would know her way around the twists and turns of the city. Bree wasn't like Edoras. Edoras was contained, yes, but sprawling. She had memorized every track and path, and you could see foliage blooming between buildings and stables. 

Oh, my mother would certainly be rolling in her grave this time. I fear I may have offended everyone at the same time. Let me try to recount my day from the beginning...

Oh, to be a lass in Bree! The men fall over themselves for one's attention here just as they did back home, rather for a quick feel up your skirt than an arranged marriage. I cannot tell which one I dread more. (The arranged marriage. At least here it would not be so frowned upon to throw fists at a man who feels you up without your desire). 

My father would be rolling in his bed if he knew where I was and what I am doing now.  After my departure from our family homestead outside of Edoras, Felgar and I rode alone. stopping to rest along the way, ere we reached the Dale-Lands. I refused to ride through Dunland, opting to take the scenic route. While there, I met the siblings Mercwi and Jacir, who were setting off to leave west with a caravan.

Piper: