I don't remember the last time I had a proper sleep. Either in the great outdoors or under the covers of a comfortable blanket. I've been putting my feet up in Bree for a few days, it reminds me a bit of home. Could do with a lake in front of it, but mother nature can't be changed. She's a mistress I don't want to challenge. I sometimes wish I was back in Esgaroth but what good would that do? I'm the son of a known criminal. I still don't know what brought him to the chopping block. The nights the local authorities brought him back to our front door, were one too many. The old man was drunk but I never saw him kill anyone.
Hell, I don't even know why I'm thinking of all this, I should be planning out my next step. But maybe after a drink or two...
