Bree

In the headquarters of Company of the East Road, nestled deep in the heart of the Bree-Land, two rather unusual hobbits named Aevo and Tihovic came together for a most peculiar duel.

The sun beat down on Ceonbura as she sat outside the Prancing Pony, ticking tasks off of her mental to do list. She had brushed Aernyst and given him some good food. She had taken him to the farrier to get his shoes checked over to make sure they were not in need of repair. She had even begun packing items in her room for what she was going to take on the trip. As she sat under the hot summer sun, she knew there was something she had forgotten, probably due to the heat turning her brain to mush.

It was a sunny late summer afternoon as Ceonbura roamed the Bree market, her brow furrowed in deep thought. The tall, muscular woman was tackling a problem she had never had to face before. Her mind was muddling its way through ideas that slowly formed out of her imagination as she looked at the items displayed at the stalls, but she had no experience to know if they were right. This problem truly was new to her.

Khaki was the colour of Bree-land. Green, the colour for sleep or delusion, and beige yellows, dulled, sedately corrupted passions.

It was the type of place to lull those who stayed too long into a sense of trouble despite their luxury and wellbeing. People invented trouble here, and sometimes willed it into harmful reality. A side-effect of so much peace and, Ryheric figured, boredom.