Dear notebook
It's my fourth day in Bree as i have already starting to realize this was going to take much longer then expected.
Yesterday i was caught in between Bill and Toby while they were wildly arguing about the trade routes.
My uncle never kept any written records still yet he kept everything in order.
*memories from the last few days came into her mind while she glanced out through the dirty window*
-"That ain't the right thing and ye know it will only slow down "... Toby smirked
- "There were never a problem before son!" Bill slammed his fist down on the table
- "Oy are ye listening ??" Toby glared at his father
Her mind was wandering off while they were having their debate.
She recall the very day when her uncle came home with a oddly shaped shabby box.
He gave her a small dagger and harshly told her to change clothes and keep her mouth shut.
She knew better then to oppose and swiftly did as she was told.
His cold eyes followed her as he ordered her in a lifeless tone to follow him.
-"Keithia?" the sound of her name brought her back to the presence as she noticed the two men had grown silent and looked at her with a worried glint in their blue eyes.
-"Ye alright?"
- "Oh.. i am fine i'm so sorry please go on.."
Both came down in the end and agreed upon taking some days and create their own map with my approval.
They both left the very same evening rather at peace that they had found some common ground in this dispute.
The rain is pouring down this morning as the soggy mist has almost placed itself like a soft blanket around the town.
Lilta looked at me when i was visiting the stables this morning.
She knows me far to well.
It was time to pack and head out to set up a camp out in the field.
