Prancing Pony

World seems smaller than I thought or maybe it’s my past chases me everywhere...

I stopped counting the days after I left the house of Kharads’... I know that it must have been more than four months since I came to Bree but I wonder how long passed since the last time I saw someone I know before? Four years? Maybe more…

It had been yet another hard day's work on the farm. Now it was the middle of the night and Eolair lay in bed beside his wife, Mariah, getting some well-earned rest. His two sons lay in a bed closeby, just one and three years old. They would make good farmers when they were older. Eolair turned over, disturbed by some sound, but did not awaken as it was not a sound he associated with his cattle and therefore couldn't be worth waking for.

The sun had set over yonder, behind darkened clefts and ruin, birds quietened and the breeze fell still, the sound of the stream trickeling over the old way road glimmered under the light of star and moon.

i got m'coin all stolen in that Pony. All done afore my eyes an' all... so I aint complainin'... done well too, it was. Olver, Wolt and that Rose lass, they cleaned me out proper. Heh. still, Olvar kept buying the ale... so I reckon I drank more coin than i actually lost. An' he bought me a room too. So... in truth, I won! I wager they wished they'd worked on a lass with more coin, though. I suppose I played cos i was bored, interestin' to see what tricks they were using.

...and thats the last I'm seeing o'that elf. Feh... scaring a girl like that. they shouldn't be allowed amongst proper folk. I been staying in the Pony since then mind... wait until its gone far away. Getting to recognise some o' the good-fer-nothing types that hang around the pony.. allus there they are. Particularly that skinny fellow [jairyth], with that mess of a little beard and moust-aches - talks all the time, allus there with his woman out in the back rooms.

woke up this mornin'... eorl's tits, but I was feelin' bad. Can't remember how I ended up in that good room in the Pony... that man must have helped. Don' think he gave me his name. He paid fer the room though, Butterburr said. heh. Free room! At least i had all m' clothes on ... lost my boot though. Later i found it, next to the jakes. Lookin' at the wine bottle by the bed i reckon that had summat to do with it.