A strange city, Bree is. It is most unusual in nature, but nonetheless welcoming on my first visit in nearly two decades. As a farmer I've become accustomed to the odor of mud and horse droppings, but still found myself a bit disturbed by the overwhelming and lingering stench of these throughout this city of the Big Folk. The buildings are tall, and the clanging of steel and roaring of voices seem to make the city never sleep.
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