Diary,
The last few days have been a mixture of good and bad. I arrived in Bree, which seems to be the focal town in the area. Here I believe I have the best chance of joining a company that I can aid in their defence of Eriador. I got a room in the Prancing Pony, a nice inn despite the rotten bar and constant fooling around by drunkards. I was amazed at the size of the barkeep. Never have I seen a man of such a shape or size. It seems these people have luxurious lives and an abundance of food.
