Bree

I find myself in the lands of Men, oddly enough.  Bree, specifically.  Were it up to me, I wouldn't be here.  It's a dirty place, filled with roguish and unsavory folk.  Well, I have met a few kind people, to be truthful, but not enough to make me wish my stay were longer.  I am only here because of the work that needs doing.  I pledged my services, and they shall be given.  But I wish I could move further on down the long road, or at least have need to spend more of my time among more...cultured folk.

It pleases my very heart to see the chaos in Bree, posters telling of murder amongst the House of Hawthorn. The house I have served for just a day or two, and got all the cosy little details. But that was long ago, now I think Bree has forgotten me in the slightest and that I can return to see what fun there is left in this oh so dramatic town. The people believe everything I tell them after all. This can only end up in some good laughter.

Finn.

In a couple days of time I went from wanderer to lord. A vassal to House Hawthorn indeed. I even get to wear ceremonial armour which makes me look rather rich. Now that I've gained my trust amongst House Hawthorn and their allies, we can take down that Market and bring justice back to this southern settlement. Father would be proud. 

A few peculiar days have passed in Bree. I have decently enstablished myself in this culture. But aswell have I made more than one enemy. I found out how corrupted men can be, men that are supposed to protect the people. We, Threland, Roggvir, Ceoswath and I jailed a mute girl. She deserved it, being part of an organisation that I shall not write about. But they will have their downfall. That is a warrior's promise. 

Today I arrived in the settlement called 'Bree town'. The people here are a laugh, they don't look like warriors but they still boast about their victories in the local tavern called the Pony.