Drefan Faran

Upon entering the common room of the Prancing Pony late one evening, I was pleasantly surprised to see Izre sitting at one of the tables. I approached, asking permission to join her.

Adjusting to Bree-town has proven taxing of late. A man alone with no profession can find himself with too much time on his hands, leading him to dwell upon his darker thoughts. It is for that reason that I have decided to consider my position. My skills in warfare are adequate, but I am not fit to become a soldier. My knowledge of the land is considerable, but I am by no means a protector.

Many years ago, in the wilds of Enedwaith, I was tracking two known thieves by the name of Adaryn and Jairyth, old adversaries of mine whom I was never overly fond. They found refuge in a settlement, Lhanuch it was called.

Since my coming to Eriador I have been met with many obstacles. Given that we are now entering a world of peace, the road from the South proved anything but. Creatures and bandits hounded my every step, but I was able to evade them with relative ease. I travelled light, with very little items of value worthy of a robbery. Nevertheless, I was well-prepared for conflict.

The Greenway road which ran through the centre of the North-downs was considered to be one of the most dangerous roads in all of Eriador. Locals of Trestlebridge refused to travel after sundown due to the large amount of vicious bandits who would appear overnight. These bandits were no amateurs, they were families who made a living by poaching off innocents and selling their prized possessions off on the market. Their knowledge of the land was deep, they knew that should a stranger find themselves out in the open there would be absolutely no chance of escape.