Dufr

The town of Bree was covered in the starry blankets of night, with the moon’s crescent shining above the town.  The man who’d live upon it would refuse to come down for his fill of ale, as numerous guards marched through the streets.  These guards were not of the regular watch, but of Richard’s own men, sent from the south into the once sleepy town.  At least ten at a time would patrol each section of Bree,

It had been weeks and one dead half orc since Aallan last saw Dufr in the Lone Lands.

Today is like any other day in town.  So many crimes to halt, so little time.  From a vagrant who was unlawfully squatting at a rock outside of town, to an old dwarf attacking me unprovoked.  Though the crimes in this town have decreased in the past weeks, partially thanks to my machinations, it will only be so long before lawlessness returns.  Though the crimes are different, the song's so damn similar.  "I know my rights; You don't have the authority; The watch will hear of this; You filthy foreigner."  It goes on and on.  

It had been days since the two of them finally met once again on the summit of Weathertop. In that chill breezy evening, one could see the stars glimmer, connecting one another into various figures in the night sky.  However, the dawn would come again, the course into dreams would end, and the plan would have to be set into motion. 

It has been days since I met with Dufr once again.  He came up towards here to find me on Weathertop with another familiar face behind that mask.  Soon we both discussed things to catch each other up on current events, though he was already caught up to speed by friends back in Bree.  He even told me about how he beat Richard to a pulp, to which I had to chuckle a bit at.  

((OOC: Once again, I'll be using a tad bit of lyrics of how Dryn feels about Richard and the events))

No matter how much I try to think that everything's okay, something ends up happening that makes me to where it makes me sick in many ways.

I saw Tothrandir in the market a few days ago. I think he must have seen me and crept up behind me, for I suddenly heard his voice, turned around, and was face to face with him. It's strange, the sight of him sends me immediately back to my early days in Bree, when I was just a lonely, unsure girl who was unbearably smitten with this tall, dark stranger with the gentlest grey eyes I'd ever seen. In a way, I dislike the effect he has on me.

     Today started out like any other day.  I jumped a few bandits, took their loot, gave most of it back to their victims, and of course kept some for myself.  Nothing too special about the brigands I robbed in Chetwood and near the Lone Lands either.  After a day's work and all that, I went over to the Prancing Pony again, to have myself a drink and meet up with the usual friends.  We all met at the table, and I decided to stand at the end of it.