Notvar

"Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver.  But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it"

It was just another day for Notvar, as he was heading south, near the woods by Annundir. The sun was coming setting, so it was time to find somewhere safe to stay for the night. 

Notvar got to Bree by night time, and assuming this was a good place to be by the loudness of the night. The quieter the night, the more dangerous it is. He explored a bit of the town to find an organized place raised by man, a civilization he has not seen since he left Dale in his early years. He has not seen any foul creatures or vile man on the outskirts of the town, so he decided to settle there and stop heading west for an uncertain amount of time, and see where fate takes him next. He ended up camping on a lake near the forest, almost by dawn.