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The rest of that morning in Bree, Rastellion is hopelessly distracted, unable to keep his mind from straying back to Imma's last words: "Go. Just go."

Rast wakes early the next morning, his jaw setting in determination before he even rises from his bed. Imma’s property is on the docket today, but it’s not going to stay there. “I’d just buy it myself, if I could,” he mutters, splashing cold water on his face and reaching for his razor, but he expects that the bidding will drive the price beyond what he can pay or borrow, even with the proceeds from his father’s farm and the money he’s made for himself over the last few months in Bree. “Maybe if I had another few years…”

Fore dawn. I decided to get up early and do a bit of fishing. Upon making my way to Hobbiton, I decided to stop by the Bywater Bridge. Fishing there has always been excellent. Fishing and minding my own business, I saw a woman wander by, shortly followed by a dwarf. A bit later, a man ran by, stopping to stare at me. I thought to myself, Self, what is going on today in Hobbiton that so many outsiders should be coming through?

Part Three: Knowledge

'What is knowledge?'

A man asked me!

'What is understanding?'

Round the corner, round the corner.

Here, there has to be an escape here!

The sun is hot. The sun is hot.

Dead end. Start over.

Bandobras's hairy arse! Where...?

Fence. Boxes. Climb over.

Freedom! Freedom!

Almost there.

Jump!

The knee is scraped.

Run! Run!

They can't follow.

The Diary of a Conman,

More of the Beginning Bit.

So I woke up. Lying down on a bed, all happy with myself - Finally a day where I hadn't woken up in a pool of my own blood, or a puddle of ale. Staring up at the roof of the room, I tried to remember why I was so happy for some odd reason - I mean, just yesterday I met some charmer, a strange man called 'Cobb', and had my head to ache and worry about... Strange watchmen in Red.