Dear Diary,
It seems it has been a few days since last I wrote... apparently, we were closer to this place called Bree than I had thought. Now, we are here... 'we' being myself and seven others I have been traveling with.
There are walls around the town, and a very vigilant town guard and Watch... I feel... very safe, here. Perhaps it is only my thinking...
I want to stay here.
It is a lovely place, Bree... it's quite a long travel from Dale to here; some months, but I did not keep track. I should have...
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I have learned that the journey was about two to three months long, in actuality, but since we had wandered about, it took us nearly a year to get here. I have told the others that I wish to remain here... they seem to understand, at least.
We are currently in some inn, one that is rather known. The Prancing Pony, I think it is called. I find it a friendly place.
Oh, it seems my travel companions are preparing to move... I should thank them for allowing me along, and see them off. It is the least I could do...
- Bretthera
