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The journey to Bree was, luckily for the company, uneventful for the most part. The stables at Gondamon were well equipped, and they got themselves a pony for each. Maybe worthy of mention is that a few of them thought they had seen something on the river as they were crossing a bridge.
Eredian looking out over Bree, after having climbed over the hills surrounding the northern side of the town, preferring to take an unconventional route.
The Viper sat above Bree. Much like he always does. His legs swinging from the rooftop he sat upon, his eyes scanning across the skyline of the town. Yet, somehow, unlike any other day where he would waste away simply watching the world around him, he felt incomplete. He sat there, in simple thought. And he had a lot to think about.