Sun-down, the hustle and bustle of Bree-town so prominent in the day of craftsmen, labourers. Market traders and the steady sound of hooves upon the cobbles as well as wagon wheels turning has faded. Lamplighters attend their duties in order to provide the faint glow needed for those coming out of the Inn of the Prancing Pony in the early-hours. Shadows creep softly over the cobbled streets and a flaxen haired young man walks them and he looks upwards, looming ahead of him the Trader's Gate which comes closer into view.
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Nora Strawley.
