Bree

A small envelope addressed to Captain Yisabelle Blackboar is tucked neatly inside her delegated pigeon hole. The Captain's name is signed with impressive calligraphy, the loopy letters overlapping each other, tangled up in self-entitled grandeur. Opening the letter, a sharp eye would easily deduce that the letter was in fact written by the Bree-town Ripper.

The Wood in the Fire I

A second meeting...

Meadwine and Aegaldred happened upon one another in Bree for the second time, and it was suggested that they have a drink drink together, moments later they found themselves in the Prancing Pony Inn, sat face – to – face at a quiet table...

Garton is a notorious criminal who keeps worming his way through the legal system of Bree to continue his streak of crime and violence through the lands. He somehow managed to convince the mayor he was not Garton, but in fact a man named Stretch. I know the irony here, that I nick-named him this before I ever became a watcher. And addressed him as such when I saw him, I now realize why he said yes, it was him when I called him by that name. Because he knew I would, and refrained from responding to his actual name. 

The presence of assassins in Bree has been increasing as of late, or so the rumors and suspicions tell. Though this is usually just talk amongst the gossipers, a witness brought evidence to us that a woman was speaking of an assassination plot with another in the kitchen of the Prancing Pony not long ago. I find it odd, that this happened the same time both she and another man quite obviously was attempting to get me to have a drink. It was very obvious in fact, I suspect they planned to lace it with poison. 

August 19th, 2014

So we have finally returned to Bree. I have enjoyed resting back in our home after the long ride from Rivendell. I look to the future with a new hope in my heart, such as I have not felt for many years.

Eriador, laer

Evening

An uneventful day but a day of thought and contemplation.

If I would not have had an adventurer’s soul, I most likely would have not ever ended up in Bree. One might say it was destiny that brought me here. One way or another, here I am, far away from home. Bree is a strange land with strange folk, but yet at the same time is it s peaceful and quiet. It seems to attract all kinds of folk, both decent and those less decent. I have never quite understood what interest sell-swords have in Bree, but who am I to question that.

The girl returned to Bree-town, as she intended. It was a difficult task for her. Every single step she took closer to the town felt heavier for her to take. Her feet started to feel weary and all she wished was to turn around and walk to an opposite direction, trying to find the mountain she was curious about. She was certain she wouldn’t make it, but perhaps the lack of sleep and eat had done its deeds.