From Bree to Combe, from Combe to Trestlebridge and from Trestlebridge to Bree again, but, this time we got lucky, I don't know how or why, but we did. We met that man called Carter and he told me that his attacker is somewhere in the fields in Bree-land, hiding among the brigands, he misses his left arm, and two fingers in his right hand, a man like that will be easy to be found. We started riding towards Bree late in the evening, so Rothrian and I decided to continue on foot and ask around at the farms.
It proved fruitful! A woman said that the one-handed man is hiding in the Brigand's Watch, just opposite of her farm, then she went inside, locked and barred her door. So it is decided, we will attack the camp before the dawn, we're in Bree now, I need to change into my battle gear and get ready.
What was odd was that the air smelled smoke, a farm was burning, we were too far to stop that but soon we will get blooddrunk again...
All this travel brought more memories, more feelings back to me...
