men, women and that skinny fellow

...and thats the last I'm seeing o'that elf. Feh... scaring a girl like that. they shouldn't be allowed amongst proper folk. I been staying in the Pony since then mind... wait until its gone far away. Getting to recognise some o' the good-fer-nothing types that hang around the pony.. allus there they are. Particularly that skinny fellow [jairyth], with that mess of a little beard and moust-aches - talks all the time, allus there with his woman out in the back rooms. I was sitting by the fire wi' him, the skinny one, when Bawde comes in from hunting. I gets him his beer and sausages, come back an' find that wealas arguing that Bawde shouldn'a have me getting his beer and all! The skinny one goes on about women being free... bloody fool! no one free, no where, an' certainly not Bree. I know where I am in the Mearc, and everyone knows where they are. I know a man looks after the lasses, the babbies, the stedding, has duty to his lord, is kind to his ceorls. A man does his fight on the field, the woman in the birthing-bed. She brings wealth of her skills and the fine sons and the wise daughters she births. He brings the love of his lord, honour, gold. A lass serves the warrior out of gratitude and honour, not cause she aint free. stupid wealas. Free? why in the name of eorl's tits would i want to be 'free'? I seen what Breefolk are like. free to do what... fight all teh time? seems to me that only the strong ones are free in bree... they'm just stamp on the ones below 'em. that ain't freedom. In the mearc, i got a value - even a were-guild. In bree, you'm just flesh alive or not alive, and you aint worth a drunks piss on a bad day.