Submitted by Lenwood on September 6th, 2014
Amid the hustle and bustle of Bree's cobbled streets there is a man. A man named Lenwood. Few pay him any mind, and the increasingly strange world passes him by on a daily basis. Recounted in this chronicle are but a few of the bizarre things he observes whilst working at the Inn of the Prancing Pony.
Submitted by Yisabelle on August 22nd, 2014
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