((Bree-land))

Lucey Lightfoot.  An interesting woman. Strong, though she doesn't admit it. I have seen her for some time around Bree and she's made it her own, in her own way.  For a blind woman, she's one of the most active people I've seen.

"You'd better eat it, it's all you're going to get!!" 

The captured woman cries in the corner, her hands covering her face. She seems inconsolable... repentant for her crimes, even. Truth is, she's scared, she's nervous, and she's dreading her trial. 

Chrysanthe was sitting at her desk, feather pin at hand, her fingers dragged the thick black ink along the page to check a box here and then and then to add the numbers. She look beside her at the bag of gold, a sigh leaving her chapped lips as the amounts of coin and numbers in black ink were not the same. Someone was stealing the gold from the inn. She would have to store it better. Goldy walked in with some of the laundry for the day and gave the younger fire haired hobbit a smile. "Morning Miss Chrysanthemum!" She whistled a tune as she walked past and into the rooms.