Theofola

Still in Bree, two days before we set out east. The tavern of Barliman was filled with men of the mark this day, drinking, laughter and boasting about their strength. It attracted the attention of many other people who joined without invitation, the savage tribesman a shady sea captain and some other patrons. Melowen clearly recovered from her wounds as she was already picking a fight with this savage who is about twice her size.

Theofola looked at the sky and grimaced at the bright sun. It was a warm and calm spring day in the town of Bree. She pulled the bridle of her long time friend Dawnbreeze towards the main street of the town. She felt that her legs will no longer carry her up the slope which goes to the Inn of the Prancing Pony. So she mounted the mare, with a rather agile movement expected for her old age and aching body. She gestured for the horse to move forward but Duskbreeze rather neighed nervously.