Madness, madness and yet more madness. I would rather be bent over a log by a mad bear then have to deal with those in the town of Bree. Today my husband went with a group to protest the mistreatment of children, women, and ordinary people. From what I heard and saw I was sickened, not that I wasn't already sick from dealing with a corpse for healing purposes but this made me sick much differently. I saw sellswords and even a known criminal stand behind bars against those that were first protesting the misdeeds that had happened and then waiting for my husband and the leader of the riders from Rohan. The horse lords had done nothing other then the wife of the captain wanting safety for the people in Bree and giving calm protest to do so. One gaurd and one man caused all of this. Adalbart and Riichard. One is a guard that seems to care not for people and bring the Watch's reputation down. The other is mad man after a son I will no longer protect. They were not the worst. No a lady who seemed drunk without drink came forward and tried to start fights. If a fight had broken out my husband might had been jailed or killed. One of the riders was sent off as well. I am more ashamed yet at the hate these people carry. If you are not from Bree you are nothing more then dirt. Thankfully not the whole town is this way but most of the people are. I feel no love for the sellswords on the other side of the fence but laugh at the idea the find those who came to be useless. Those who protested saw more battles then these men understand. These men are the same daft minded people who believe Bree is not in danger. They don't see the threats outside the gates because they do not choose to. They instead pick on the people who have been cleaning up murders for them, protecting and feeding the weak, and bringing trade to Bree. I will no longer heal those who find us of other lands to be dirt and I'm sure my husband, Raevenhart will follow. I will not trade with those who find us to be criminals and scum, again others will follow. I will not give a glace to those who want us dragged out and spit on. The petty fights mean nothing to me. I have seen and traveled though worse battles then the meer batch of kittens at the jail house. I hold my head higher today, sick or not, exclaiming that anyone who is no friend of my husband or myself will not be given a second look. I have no faith in this town or it's doings. I had more faith in the orcs surrounding my home land. I will spare not an herb for those who hurled words at those who protested justly today, they may be cursed along with their offspring. I have now care for these feeble men. My husband and I have Numinorian blood, we will out live them. Even the rangers who these people of Bree chase out and call shady will out live them. Let a voice of the refugees be heard or be cursed by their spilled blood. Those who come to find peace will find it weather those who start petty battles over their town heritage live or do not.
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