journal.

So, where was I? Ah. First day in Bree-land. Well, it was around eleven years ago. I was tired. I had been traveling, fighting, and muling around whatever I could carry for three years. No place to call home, no time to rest. I was wanted in six different towns for robbery. Though, I knew nothing else to do. I was on a long walk. My legs felt more wobbly than a newborn fawn's. I had just walked through the lone-lands and found where grass was actually growing. At least grass means life, even if it was somewhere I had never been before. Night had just fallen, and I could hardly move.