I find myself in the lands of Men, oddly enough. Bree, specifically. Were it up to me, I wouldn't be here. It's a dirty place, filled with roguish and unsavory folk. Well, I have met a few kind people, to be truthful, but not enough to make me wish my stay were longer. I am only here because of the work that needs doing. I pledged my services, and they shall be given. But I wish I could move further on down the long road, or at least have need to spend more of my time among more...cultured folk.
I have been called further and further east as of late, which pleases me. It brings me closer to Imladris.
But, for now...I am stuck among men. I am constantly sure to keep my hood up, and keep myself in the shadows. I wish not to draw attention to myself. I overheard some shady looking men speaking about my people, and saying rather...unpleasant things about them. I'd rather not tangle myself with that.
