- written in Haradrim -
It has been so long since I picked up this book to write.
So many things have changed since I last had a chance to write my thoughts down. Khazim and I are no longer friends, for I am no longer speaking to him. Something tells me that I am being childish, that I misread everything and that I took it too far. I don't know. I feel as if someone can't misread the things I misread unless someone else is misleading them, and I felt very mislead. It's been quite lonely since I've stopped talking to Khazim, for he was my only friend in Bree.
I visit Sallryn's grave very frequently and bring flowers. It is a Western culture, by far, but one that I am fond of. I have bought a tiny little house in the neighborhoods with some of the gold he left in his vault for me, but I still have a very good amount left. I am being very careful with my spending because I do not have an occupation here in Bree yet. I have looked around and inquired with infirmaries, but there is nowhere that is interested in taking an Haradrim girl.
A dwarf verbally assaulted me in the Prancing Pony a few days ago. I did not catch his name, though I did my best not to talk to him. There was one woman who simply watched and took the time to speak with a man about it, instead of helping me. I was not surprised at all, given what I have seen already. And another woman who tried to pull the dwarf away but gave up quite quickly. It seems that people in Bree are very easy to turn an eye to things, such as a dwarf berating a girl in a tavern just because her skin is dark and she has a different accent. I was not surprised or shocked to discover this, but disappointed. I had hoped, at least, that I could find solace in other women.
I have met a new friend, Leoffrith. He is helping me to use a bow, but I am not very good yet. I do think that our first meeting went quite well, however. I am growing very fond of him, and I do enjoy the small chats we have had so far.
