Now we have left Bree and are on the edge of the Wilderness, as they say. It's quite safe though, at least so far and as long as we stick to the road.
We are camped a days' ride from Bree now, past the Marshes. After dinner Andswaru and me went to that derelict pub we had seen on the way, just for an evening stroll. The beer was quite awful, it tasted and smelled horrible! I hadn't expected any better, but still.
Then Andswaru got into a fight with the barkeep wanting his money back and I SWEAR the second mug he got us must have been spiked, because I took one sip and I don't remember anything for the rest of the night.
I had some strange dreams, though. Really strange dreams. I don't want to know what was in that thing.
Now I'll have to start the second day of the trek with a headache. I'm going to kill Andswaru. Grr.
Men!
