Found:
A momentary distraction.
Bree, Oh Bree. I wish I could say I loathed you but, in truth, you're just sort of there. Your mud, your stench, your cobbles and dun coloured everything, it all seems to exist solely for the sake of not leaving too wide a space on the map. Subsequently, I harbour no feelings for you whatsoever, good or ill. My ambivalence toward you is only matched by your overall blandness.
Of course, you do offer one or two things of interest. It is enough, at least, to amuse me whilst I'm here. Otherwise I suspect my brain would simply turn to a puddle of mush, rendering me as one of your natives. What a truly awful thought!
Speaking of the truly awful....
Seaver is still a dick. I told him as much when I saw him. It was nice to see a familiar face I'll admit, and I'd never be so rude as to turn down the opportunity to remind him that he's ever so easy to dislike. He seemed shocked by my return, understandably so, although pleased. Of course, he didn't believe that I'd actually accomplished part of what I set out to do. It's hardly my fault that Oathbreakers I met where broken, now is it? Luckily, it has never been my ambition in life to either impress or make a believer of that dull-eyed cretin.
I suppose I really shouldn't be so hard on the man. He is the nearest thing I have to a friend, after all. He had no reason to care whether I stayed, left, lived or died, certainly no reason to listen to my drunken ramblings oh so long ago. Yet he did and still seems to. Should I be kinder?
No, I should probably just save everyone the bother and castrate the cad.
One can but dream...
On the subject of dreams, I think I may well have bestowed at least one good one upon a poor wretch by the name of Dagramir.
I found him sat on a small table in one of the tavern's back rooms, trying so very hard to drown his sorrows in a bottle. I can't say that I usually have much, if any, interest in the broken needy ones. There's just no fun in it. They tend to want someone, anyone, to take their mind from whatever skirt passed them by and bruised their little tender egos that they'd turn their attention to a chair if it was well padded enough not to leave splinters. It's like plucking a newly hatched bird from a nest. Still, he was ever so pretty and I can't say that I wasn't also in need of some comfort...
It was my first night back in Bree and my first night warm and in the arms of a man since the gates of Moria. I appreciated that almost as much as I appreciated his skill. Even whilst drunk, that man can give a performance! He might be worth seeking out again.
Alas, he doesn't sleep quite as heavily as I'd hoped. It took all of my skills to get out of that room with all of my clothes and without waking him! At least he was smiling in his slumber as I slipped out through the door.
Momentary distractions aside, I'm still no closer to figuring out what to do next. I'd rather not linger too long.
