Drevorin

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.

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 battle raged above as Drevorin, Raelwald and several other guards made their way down the underground passage of the prison. Eventually they reached the guard room, stocked with a variety of serviceable weapons which would suit their needs.