Pony

Seriale was staring at the fire in the Pony... then a familiar voice sounded behind his left shoulder... the voice, of a murderer. Samfin... Killed of Dalgaroth... a friend of Seraile...

He could feel his heart beating in a controlled manned, his hands flexing, attempting to controll himself.. not to lose it... it must be done in a clean way... but of course they will find him.. its always him they go to... thats why they killed Dalgaroth... Because the fools were mistaken on who killed Goddefrid.. captain of the Trestlebridge guard...

Last night, I was working at the Prancing Pony as usual, but this time not with Erelayn. Erelayn had been attacked the night before and was resting at home. Anyway, instead of Erelayn, a young man called Theodrit was helping me out. In the afternoon, I was cleaning some tables when this dwarf named Garison ran up to me and shouted, "The prancing pony will be mine!'' I looked at him confused. He then ran off and started a conversation with a man named Miradon. I'm not sure what the dwarf said to upset him, but the next thing I knew they were having a duel outside the Pony.

Chapter three, Guardian.

Again, I woke up underneath the same ruins. In front of me laid a piece of Bread. Everytime i woke up, there was a piece of bread. I even tried to stay awake to see who gave me that. But I didn't got any when I did. The only way I was getting any food, was to sleep. Though it was not hard to guess who gave me this, it probably be the same elf I met a week ago at the Southern gate.
So far I managed to explore Bree-town. Nothing special if you ask me, but still it had potential. I had to go home though, But how? I asked myself.