Derenhir

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.

After a while found myself sharing a small room with another girl in an all-women’s household. The household was kept by a nasty old hag who seemed to get great pleasure from tormenting my day. But since the rent was suitable and the common rooms had all what I wish for, I stayed. Around this time I started to get know more people in Bree and see the town in a different light.

Dear Reader, if you are holding this journal in your hands and reading it, it must mean that I am dead or that I have misplaced it. It would be very kind of you to do following. If I am dead, please be so kind and send this to Miss Celnessyn in Tegwent, Bree. If I have misplaced this, do return this to me right away or I shall curse you. For it is very unpolite to read one’s personal journal.