The inn was full of patrons, yet felt empty. She sat alone in the corner watching the other patrons enjoy their drinks and food. Not one face looked familiar. That was when she knew; Cerriel had to leave Bree. She left for her room for the night, sleeping on the idea.
The next day, she had finally decided. A trip home would do her some good. It was an adventure that she needed. After returning home from a rescue job in Dunland, she realized how dull Bree was. Before, she had watched a few friends and Network agents beaten and forced to fight for their lives in arenas while all she could do was watch and wait. Now there was just unwanted drama.
Some rider from Snowbourn seemed to want to put thoughts in her head about what she truly wants, but once the sense of adventure filled her head, Cerriel was not one to turn it down. She quickly made farewell letters for a select few friends before leaving them with Barliman Butterbur. If the man remembered to give them out, then perfect, but she knew he would probably forget.
Goat seemed to know that they were going on another trip. As she headed to the stables to prepare his saddle, the horned animal kept nudging her in the shoulder.
“Last time here, Goat. We will find some mischief back home in Gondor.” She responded as she gave him an apple. There was no lingering or lollygagging as they headed towards the South Gate. The last glance was left for when they were out the gate. The stars shinned above and the odd duo was on the road again.
((Anyone is welcome to join me on Cerriel's trip to Gondor.))
