Bree

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.

*Five years ago*

The silver moon was shining down upon the red roofs of Bree, the silver light casting a long shadow behind a man, hooded, masked and clad in black, standing on the roof of the town's jail house, looking over the town and the silence below...

A loud noise came from the archway over the road below, a dog running through it chasing a cat up the street, and then, golden light burst from the door of the jail, illuminationg a narrow strip of the street and the shadow of a man standingi n the doorway.

Seraile sat on the roof, looking down, looking rahter relaxed, with his eyes closed his hood covering them the mask pulled down just below his chin, then he suddeny opened his eyes, he had heard what he wanted to hear....

He stared up at the pale silver moon, counting in his head, he had planned this... it would not fail...

Seraile was perches on top of the town hall looking like an oddly mis-shaped and over grown raves.. his black mask covering his face, his cloak billowing in the wind behind him in thie velvetty darkness of the impenetrable, moonless night...

A beam of light shun on the ground below... a door opened and a man stepped out, covered by a red travelling cloak around his shoulders, hooded to protect him from the wind... darkess surrounded him again, Seraile crept along the roof, following him.. waiting...

Seriale was staring at the fire in the Pony... then a familiar voice sounded behind his left shoulder... the voice, of a murderer. Samfin... Killed of Dalgaroth... a friend of Seraile...

He could feel his heart beating in a controlled manned, his hands flexing, attempting to controll himself.. not to lose it... it must be done in a clean way... but of course they will find him.. its always him they go to... thats why they killed Dalgaroth... Because the fools were mistaken on who killed Goddefrid.. captain of the Trestlebridge guard...