Prancing Pony

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.