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My dear Cedwyn,

Bromley woke up to the stench of vomit and waste. His stomach convulsed violently he instinctively brought his hands over it as the feeling of sick trailed a path from the pits of his stomach to his mouth. He folded and grabbed at his skin with force while his right fist reached his lips I his attempt to keep them sealed. He remained motionless for some moments breathing through his sleeve slowly and deeply.

Leaning back against the trunk of red leafed tree in the garden of the little stone house he'd bought, Mornenion took a sip from his glass of wine. It was a beautiful night, to him. The sky was dark with brewing storm clouds, meaning the moon and the stars were hidden. It was almost like when he was young, in Dorwinion, where the light of the two trees did not reach. That is why he and his people are called the Avari, the Dark Elves, because they never saw the light of the two trees in their full power.

Admittedly, I didn’t sleep much… I was too worried about everything that has happened. I never thought things could change so quickly. Just yesterday morning I was upset there is not enough adventure in my life, and now I have a headache from thinking about how best to save my town. 

I have no work for the day, mum and dad are both away with Lizzie to Bree for the big market. Once again dad had said no to me coming along, but I am 16 now and he did said that next time I can go. I can’t wait, I want to see the whole world, but why not start with Bree!

Rough hands clamped on both arms, dragging her toward the door of her infirmary. She struggled violently, but she had already let them get too close. She should have stopped them before they were close enough to get to her. The two men shoved the door open, throwing her to the floor, the younger one sneering down at her, clearly feeling tough for being able to throw a small woman to the ground. The sense of the deep danger she was in shuddered through her body.

One day a cart pulled by two horses and carrying various crates and two passengers arrived in Bree.  It suddenly became involved in a high-speed chase with two other horses.  The following is what various bystanders saw as the chase sped through the city.

It had been two days since The Black Steel abducted that Watchman when he met the bandits of that tight as it seemed group, after a hard fight, the company managed to take him with them injured. Now the bandits are meeting close to that farm that is now burnt to the ground by the fire of that day.

      Torrigan marched with the recruits under his command from the West Gate of Bree, along the highway of the Southern Bree-fields. They marched in file, each of them wary; the findings in Bree and the attitudes of the townsfolk had unsettled them. Torrigan had much on his mind as he walked in dusk's light on the ancient cobbled road, between the ruins and green rolling hills. Aside from the occasional howl of a wolf, who welcomed the oncoming night, there was no further sign of any trouble.