Bree

A soft bed of straw. One of the stalks softly tickled under Clive's nose. The Breelander waves his hand in the general direction of the annoying feeling below his nostrils. It was almost getting light already and the previous night in the Prancing Pony was the end of the man's last funds. Clive felt the pouch around his belt, feeling the cold copper against his fingers. The man thought for a moment, moving his shoulders a bit to lay more comfortable.

A new journal from the market, my old one is lost along with all my other possessions.

Blue smoke surrounding me like a thick mist. Its so dense that I cant see my feet. I try to find the way through this strange cloud but the blue smoke appears to be endless. In the distant I can hear screams of men and women. Pain and agony. I wish not to go there but my legs have a mind of their own. As I walk nearer the screams become unbearable to listen to. The blue smoke vanishes slowly and the screams stop. Silence. The blue smoke unveils a sight of terror. I am standing in a pool of blood. Blood that is flowing out of countless bodies that lie dead on the ground.

It was a night a couple of weeks ago; I was on my first job as an bodyguard in my entire life. A maiden was getting hunted by some kind of bad guys, i don't know, the fact is that It was a hell of a day. Some crazy young woman tried to strike her with a knife. Glad that she failed, but I didn't notice that. The captain of her house was mad, and shouted against me while I was in shock.

Night fell upon Bree and there was an icy chill in the air. Though Winter was fading for Spring there came snow down upon the quiet town, the folk were all preparing to sleep and two girls who seemed out of place walked the streets of Bree. The girls were of flaxen hair, taller than the Bree-folk, and they had blue eyes. They wore casual tunics that were well cared for, no stains could be seen upon it and they were kept neat.