There was no use trying to ride home on a horse. The back of her head throbbing with dull pain and filled with the dizziness of what only a concussion could bring. It had been years since she had got into a real scrap. And she was trying to stay out of them. After that display, it was clear to her that she wasn't trying hard enough. What started out as simple banter, turned into something of brute force. The Lady believed that she was incapable of doing any real damage. Granted she didn't stay long enough to access the damage, but she did apologize to the best of her ability. She voiced no excuses, only apology, this is the result of bottled-up emotions. When she had naught but herself to talk to. But how could she open up to anyone? True, she lived in Bree-land for nearly a decade now. However, she was still a foreigner and many locals seemed to enjoy it, reminding her of that. The days of having an entourage were behind her. There was no rhetoric or idealism to bring forward the people she needed. That was the narrative in her head. But the mind could be a dangerous place. Especially, her mind. The dizziness grew worse with each passing moment. Little did she know that she would pass out on the side of the road. And by some miracle awakening in the Bree-town jail.
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