Bree

One day a cart pulled by two horses and carrying various crates and two passengers arrived in Bree.  It suddenly became involved in a high-speed chase with two other horses.  The following is what various bystanders saw as the chase sped through the city.

It was the middle of the night, Uruniire, tired of the Bree-lands, longing to be in elvish lands again, got up out of bed, put on his purplish-blue and green tunic and trousers, wide-brimmed hat, blue, with a massive feather in it, and pack, stuffed to the brim with books and scrolls, some rations, a coil of rope to scale the High Moor just outside Rivendell, and a small dagger for defense, and grabbed his staff. Then he left the Inn of the Prancing Pony. He went to the stables nearby, untying his horse from it's post, and was off.

Uruniire had just left the Inn of the Prancing Pony, deciding to take a stroll around the town to get ideas for the book he had planned to write. He was clothed in his usual tunic and trousers, as well as his pack, his staff, and a blue, wide brimmed hat, with a massive feather stuck into the brim to shade him from the morning sunlight. But wait, he had left his pack and staff in the Inn. No matter, he did not need them at the time.

Today I finally managed to catch Archiebald and trade the vest I had made him for the cutlery we sorely needed. He seemed happy with what I had made and now the keep has some more cutlery to spare and that of fine craft, we will not have to wait for another to finish eating before we can eat. It shall be a great relief.

Blood, violence and death.

These are the topics I've all too often heard spoken between those gathered in the local Inn and tavern of Bree-town and the more I have listened the more I've learned what the nature of Men has turned to. It terrifies me.