Finally made it to Bree-land... Don't really know where I'll head now. I don't have any money, any job, or any friends to help me out. The Prancing Pony is good by all accounts of the travellers I listen to, but most of them have money. Most of them prepared for travelling. I didn't have that luxury. I need to either find a friend or a nice tree to sleep in tonight.
Thank the Valar for this mask.. I don't know if I'll see anyone from Ostgiliath here, but I don't want them to see me. Besides, I should get used to it... I don't know when I'll be able to freely walk around again. Maybe in a few years or so... I don't know. I can't believe the strange looks I'm getting, but honestly? It's better getting a strange look than being dead... or having to kill again.
I'm tired of all this killing... I just want it to stop. I want these nightmares to stop plaguing me as well, but I'm not that lucky. Maybe it'll just take time, or some form of closure. For now, however, I will conduct myself with honor and distinction. That's what the men of my squad would want.
