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Gorlen slowed down as they reached the gates. Some children played in the dirty streets, filled with soot and grime. Women and men walked about, sat around fires and boiling pots. Most of them disgraced and discarded, faces sour and wrinkled from hardship and life on the streets, hunger-starved and sad in their destitution.
Work..I do enjoy that, even if its not any contract from the Cap'n..this time its works from the others in the company and outside it, needing tings made, an armour for example for Kat..strong but yet flexible..hmm that would turn out to be a challange but I made it, just hope she will be happy with it..if you dont have met Kat before I can describe her as one of those that would crush the life out of you if angerd, enough about that, Kat's a friend and a good one too so I know she will appriciate the work..
So it was I found myself wandered back to Bree land..why I do not know..or well I know... I do still have friends there but..would they remember this elf.. I did not know..
I took my chances, not traveling during daylight but by nighttime and so I made it the way back to Bree, where, I walked with my hood up to not catch any attention, seeking an address for a mercenary company, found it I did after some searching and away I went.. seeking the mercenary company out, again only traveling by night time, stying low and out of sight during the day..