The four wards of Bree-Town

There were stories told to her when she was a young child, about the night of the old year transcending into the new. Tales of evil in many forms growing in power, threatening the land and its people. 
Every year, on that particular night, she'd travel with her mother to ward the areas, much like her grandma did before her and her great-grandmother before that.

Dear to her heart is the town of Bree, nestled in the center of her homeland. She recalled the walk taken with her mother to each corner of the city, to remake the protective ward her great-grandmother had first placed. One meant to shield each cardinal direction of the city from any harm that might come.

A mix of salt and a finely grounded angelica herb would then fill each line, the two women speaking a few words and finishing their ritual, bringing them hope that the people of the town would be safe during this night of change.