Prancing Pony

...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.

Gytha and me saw Bearn again. He's thrown off them cooks clothes and looks like a proper man. His woman should be pleased. He put aside all the 'yes musses, no musses' and told us a proper tale that befits a man, about fighting the great wolves that terrorise the edges of the Mearc. How he got them scars... showed us a tooth that he cut out of the jaws of one of 'em... full as long as my hand it was. Made me miss home even more. I gave him the chair by the fire, the honour-seat, closest to the hearth. Felt better than i have since getting to this place, with a warrior in the proper seat.

Feh... Bawdewyne is goin' around with as face as sour as an old woman's tit. Ever since that misunderstandin' with that Tallion's horse. I told him it weren't none of his business, but he aint having any of it. Iffen Bawde had not got involved i reckon i could have sold Tallion his horse back fer a good sum. Stupid wealas.. brawling in the street. he should be caring for his horse bit more. Still, he weren't a bad fighter.

It had been a while since he had set foot inside the town of Bree, and his heart was filled with a loathing several leagues before he reached the gate, a loathing he was trying to keep at bay by wearing a false smile upon his lips. Even Haeleth his mount dipped her head and slowed herself to a canter, her ears pulled back in protest at the quality of stabling on offer.

Heh... that went better 'n I thought... got the sausages out of the kitchen in that Pony, even though that woman said I was stealin'. Should have seen her face when I ate the evidence. Stupid wealas. Ate 'em and STILL got a free dinner. Not sure what to make of the gift-giver though. All burnt up she is, as brown as a muddy river. Says she's not from the South, but everyone knows they lives too close to the sun and gets a roasting.