I have finally made it to Bree-land. It is the twenty-forth of July and I began my journey West to Eriador nearly three months ago now, though it feels as if it has been double that. I suppose stopping at every unique boulder and twisting tree will do that. Finding my way to the hub of the central village of Bree was simple enough. If you listen for naught but a minute, you will hear mention of "The Prancing Pony."
It is certainly a lively enough place, if a bit stranger than I initially anticipated. One of the first things to happen once I entered the inn was a pair of large ravens delivering mail to a few of the patrons. I was given very different stories, one man stating that this sort of thing was rather common, but the serving girl assured me that it was not. Still, I suppose I must mind any sudden dropping whilst I am here.
I also learned of the drought that has apparently been plaguing the region throughout this Summer season. Prices of food are going up and up and I have been told that there are bands of orcs and brigands stealing wherever they can. While I hold no desire to take any more lives, this simply will not do. I have offered my services should they be needed to defend citizens as they pass along the roads.
So far, this place has certainly piqued my interest and, as it seems to be the central hub of the region, I plan on building up a small cottage to return to in the event I must collect myself after a journey. Perhaps somewhere in Combe.
My next destination will be Evendim. I long to gaze upon such magnificent ruins for myself and I have heard the game present quite the pleasant challenge.
