Living in Bree in the past few weeks has thought me a lot of things.
First of all, I took an oath to serve a company I should not write about, in case this piece of paper gets lost and ends up in wrong hands. This gave me the opportunity to meet some people. An interesting bunch, they are. Skilled men and women, as I have not seen in a while.
I'm also enjoying quite a lot the bunch of people that gather around this inn - The Prancing Pony. Amongst the share of drunkards and not so friendly looking men there - and believe me, there's a lot of them - are actually a few interesting people.
I've met a little girl outside the inn - I can't remember her name - who called me "Strawhead", a nickname I haven't heard in a while. This should have brought some bad memories to me, but instead made me miss a bit more riding across the Wold with my company. But I'm getting out of topic once again.
Oh, and I've seen some halflings there, the first I've ever seen in my life. They're not so small as people back at home described them, actually. They're a quite friendly, merry and joyful folk. And stronger then they look, nobody ought to underestimate as I was told. Oh, and their love for food and good ale surpasses even mine.
And of course, I've seen one or two pointy ears around. I was educated in order for me to grow an hatred towards them, they seem to fancy for me. Have not the will to approach them in any ways. Neyaa actually told me about one that is a friend of hers, a really old elf, which is quite the character. Maybe I'll change my opinion about them, but for now I shall keep my distance...
Well, the night is falling, ale is calling. Better head to the Pony.
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