Bree

There came a day when Redwick left the Riddermark and Snowbourn that he was so fond of to return Bree-land where he wished to see his friends and companions once more. Though, what he found was more than what he expected and with Therwen tending to his daughter Erline with all her Redwick often lacked the close companionship he once had with her, though he continued to love her and Erline all the same. For he knew that there were a difference between a lover who is a stout shield-maiden and a mother.

"West, you say?"  Gretaric took another sip of his ale.

"That's right.  To Celondim, in Ered Luin.  You'd take the rubies to an Elf there, once you'd polished them."

"But what would an Elf want with a few rubies?"

Deorgast sat on the edge of a small cliff, observing the peaceful plains and hills of Rohan. He had his usual relaxed smile on his face as he looked around idly, a lot going through his head. He was fully recovered from his ugly wounds that almost had him killed a long time ago, back in the outskirts of Bree. It was the second time he got caught and beaten by his own kin, who judged him a deserter.
From that time, Deorgast kept the scar

It was nearly dawn by the time Lyfrid returned to the Manor, but she could not sleep, she was wide awake.  The young woman selected something simple to redress, tied on a large apron and hurried herself to the kitchen after her tantrum subsided.  There she found a sealed parchment, it was obvious it was the stationary of the lord of the Manor.  Though the Cook could not read, she had learned to spot a few words, one of them being her name when written so she

Lyfrid burst into the manor, stomped her way to her room.  There she tore off her dirty gown, though it was still in perfect shape other than the street dirt, it was ruined in her mind.  She balled the cream baldaquin dress and threw it into the fireplace in her room.  The fabric immediately burst into a hot flame, a lot like the woman's temper earlier that day in Bree.

Men of Bree

are free

to be

of what they wish at three.

Being the men that came and went from the Mercer household didn't know which end of a mixing spoon to hold, Lyfrid decided to hide her collection of "odds and ends" in the kitchen mixed in with the cooking implements, fresh herbs and dried spices.  For the time being, that would suffice until she could find another place to set up shop, as it were.

Period: Late Thrimidge

​Time to make up the balance of two weeks of trading in Bree. The weight of the bag of silvers indicate a fair profit for this season. 

Trade earnings of my own wares.

1 Greenhouse grown Apples: 15 silvers

2 Cinnamon and various herbal teas: 20 silvers

3 Mugwort salves:  35 silvers

4 Soothing balms: 25 silvers

Bree does not seem as friendly as I remember. The hairs are always standing on the back of my neck. I feel like I am being watched. It reminds me of... no, I cannot bring that up so soon. I am haunted by that dark time such that all around me seems tinged with grey.