Abble managed to live most of his life on the streets of Bree, often seen sleeping in any empty and available tent out side the hunters camp, or in some shadowy corner on beggars alley. He went most of his life relatively unknown to the average citizen, until the night of his arrest. It would, of course, happen on one of the busiest nights the Prancing pony has had in a long time. Three members of the town watch coming in, reading the charges of selling stolen arms and armor to tarkrip Orcs, and dragging a man out of the Inn has a way of attracting attention, then the days in the public stocks have a way of making one, memorable.