Ever since I started coming into Bree again, I thought it'd be high time I record my whatever's on my mind. I heard people say it would be helpful.
It was a few weeks ago when the festival started up, so I decided I ought to celebrate a bit. Fireworks are neat as ever. There was even a band performing in front of the jailhouse, oddly enough. There I got to dance and chat with a young lady.
Then there was yesterday, where that same lady was friends with another man I wanted to chat with. It seems I'm rather superfluous to the conversations, so I just take my leave there. On the other hand, there is a rather nice lady and a girl I've seen sit next to each other from time to time. Cesistya and Pastell, I think. The former's got a rather elvish name for one of the locals, but then again, it has been five years since I bothered to enter Bree again from the farm or the woods.
I'll write more later on. Probably when something interesting comes up other than mean wolves and wargs.
