Wrenna

This journal would not be complete if I would not write about dear Celnessyn and the bathhouse. Should you ever meet her, you would soon notice that she is the most kind and caring woman. She has the feeling of a mother who has empathy and time for every single person in this world, good or bad. She is the most polite person I have ever met and she addressed people with milord and milady, even though there would have not been need for such courteous words.

Before I had fallen for that obnoxious man, I lived quite calm and quiet life in Bree-Town. Or should I say, boring life. Much did not happen, if anything. My greatest joy after my work was to bathe, switch to my pretty dress and walk to the Pony for a goblet of red wine. Quite rarely I spoke to others. I did not see Derenhir and I was certain he had forgotten all about me. Then one day, I met this boy, or should I say a young man, who was a local. A Breelander, can you imagine!

When Terry was only a little lad he often had troubles with some other kids in Bree. There were times when the poor boy was bullied, he tried to verbally defend himself many times but the barrage of constant insults of his head being large was too much to bear from several other lads and lasses. Thus he sniffed, and sniffed again and gradually cried and fled from his tormentors whilst mucus dripped from his nostrils, and tears came raining from his eyes.