Bree

"...Well, then, if I'm gonna squeeze your hand, you're gonna have to take your weapons off." Boen stated. The Pony was empty and Umbaindes was rather talking to her companion, Boen, a sly and cheeky fellow who often made remarks about her and her fellow tomb-raiding companions.
Why are they in the Pony, you ask? Well, Umbaindes had just come to search for her companion Furlaf, her Second-in-Command in the band, and so far, her attempts at uncovering his whereabouts were in vain. They had to spend the night in the Pony, much to Umbaindes' chagrin.

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Baranes coughed, standing in utter darkness and shade, trying to at least make sense of her surroundings. Her hooded cloak flapped in the wind, and a wolf howled in the distance. It was a chilly night, her nightvision slowly rendering images of a small cottage, homely among the eerie environment of the forest.

"I hope you chose well, my son. Because if you didn't, I'll be expecting you to return here. And that wouldn't make me too happy, I've had enough of you in the last 26 years or so", said Walda. "And the Militia?"
"This has nothing to do with them, father." said Athanaric. "At least not with master Arundar."
"So you think you can manage both.. Well, then."

Journal entry 206. A delivery to Hobbiton, the Shire.

Gormbard Lowbanks was born and raised in Bree. He followed in the other Lowbanks family footsteps and started training to become a Burglar. The Lowbanks were well known around Bree as a fine upstanding family who could be relied upon to provide a good Burglar when required. Gormbard had shown great promise as a Burglar but unfortunately he fell in with the bad crowd whilst drinking in the Prancing Pony.