Burlnard

Bree. Such an insignificant little place, yet the pomposity within these hedge walls is quite overwhelming in its frequency. Every man, dwarf and halfling seems to be for himself, barely stretching their horizons beyond the nearest tavern. It was quite a shock returning from so long alone in my own thoughts and company to civilisation that stands in such stark contrast to that from which I have come. Melliea would oft tell me tales of Gondor her homeland, painting a vivid picture with words and eventually letters.

Teleyn's feet padded against the ground, leaving a slight imprint in the grass of where her toes had been. She was relishing in the sight of the sun and the no longer snow-covered ground as she stretched her arms into the sky. Being confined to the inside of Dawnhall for the last couple days had made her restless.

Dear Diary,