Loneliness

It has been a long time since I didn't went back to Bree, long time walking trough the lifeless and silent roads of The Lone Lands. I miss the evergreen plains and the forest that spread its woods to everyplace. So one day i went back to Bree, and heard after days the noise of the horses, the chant of the bards, the propaganda of the merchants, the blades crushing in the forge... all that combination of sounds, something that I usually heard before, are nothing more than noise... one that is really disgusting now.

When we think about our home, we think about a place with peace, one place that we feel comfortable and why not, very happy. I remember some words that Rosie told me the last time i saw her: "I thought that you have a home when you have children, wife and a good job to live".