Thoughts on Bree

Familiar streets. Buildings I vaguely remember.
The only place I have childhood memories from.
Bree.
The name alone does something. Makes me smile. Feel a little bit happy.
Lets me remember things about myself I thought lost.
Patrol. Always enjoyed it, but more so here.
Out on the streets, the town under your boots.
Comfy boots. Best pair so far. Bought them here. Dwarfmade. Sturdy.
Never met many dwarves in Minas Tirith. Shame really.

Getting to know the locals. Learning the customs again.
Talking to shopkeepers, artisans, servants, drunks, beggars.
Shouldn't have given coin to that child. I know that. Doesn't help in the long run.
But she seemed so confused when I joked with her. Said Watchers can't be nice.
Same everywhere. Comes with the job.
She was so happy about getting a meal and a warm place to eat it.
Once can't hurt.