Several years ago, a travel-worn woman of clear Haradric origin approached the gates of Bree. Grudgingly admitted to the town, she rented a room in the Prancing Pony Inn and, for a while, was a daily sight in its common room, solitary and shunned by many a mistrustful local. Over time, she gained a reputation as a doer of odd jobs, especially the kind that nobody else wanted to do, and eventually she crossed paths with a Watcher of Bree. Recruited, she spent several years as a member of Bree's militia, before deciding that her years had caught up with her, and retiring to Knotwood to help form a village Watch.