From Bree to Combe, from Combe to Trestlebridge and from Trestlebridge to Bree again, but, this time we got lucky, I don't know how or why, but we did. We met that man called Carter and he told me that his attacker is somewhere in the fields in Bree-land, hiding among the brigands, he misses his left arm, and two fingers in his right hand, a man like that will be easy to be found.
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