Well here is a bastard I have not seen in ages on end, it must have been months since last we two spoke. You were surprisingly dusty, but then again if you were not, I would have been suspicious that someone had read you. Woe to the both of us if someone did, huh, lad? Hah...
You remember Neyaa, do you not? Well.. a lot has happened since you and I last spoke, I have fathered a son, Branston, the Bastard of the Dawn and I have left the mother from where he came... Probably quite a few who will yell at me for that, I suppose.. Though I do think it is for the best, I will still speak to her, she is after all the mother of one of my children.. By now half of Bree is probably related to me.. Sometimes I wonder if it is too late to take a journey out of Bree. Go to Edoras, Minas Tirith, the walls of Moria, Rivendell, even the southern fiefs of Gondor. I do desire to see it. Maybe I should retire as the captain of the Dawn, I am sure Hyrien is quite capable of leading it. And if it does not live.. well.. then the town watch of Bree will be having a busy time rounding up a lot of the lowlifes and thieves..
It was nice to see you again old friend, I might come visiting more often again now.
