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Barst has his arms folded across his chest as he stares out over the small settlement. His thick cloak rustles slightly in the breeze, whispering into the wind. He eyes one villager to the next, almost as if sizing one up to get into a fight with.

Barst glances over at Adri, flicking the water from his hands. "It bothering you still?" He asks, heading to grab a tankard and fill it with ale.

Adriwyn shrugs her good shoulder. 'Shot much. Made hurt. Three quivers.'

It is eighteen years before. Two years have passed since the death of Haeneth’s husband, Desten, and the chaos of events that saw Haeneth and Thorvall exiled from the Mark. They have once again claimed a hall in Bree-land as their home, guarded by their warband and the often-unseen visitation of a Ranger...

The sun had just set when Arra led the small band of hooded and masked figures through the Bree-Fields. Just ahead the dirt path met a small wooden bridge which went over the stream which flanked a nearby farmhouse. The windows were bright. "Someone's home," Arra said from beneath her hideous mask, carved into the shape of an orc's face. Some might call it an improvement.

Celebaeron watched Brynleigh go with a quiet smile before returning his gaze to Adriwyn and shook his head yet again mumbling "Mortals..." under his breath. "This is the difference between a human and an elven healer. I do not take no for an answer." he added giving Adriwyn a long look.

It is five years before. Dytha has not yet seen Rohan, the birthplace of her parents. It is time she returns. Her father takes her south from her refuge of Dale, where she's lived half her life, by the eastern bank of the Anduin. They make their way to Gondor and from there, to the Mark, but encounter trouble along the way...

Summary: Three Rohirrim come to Combe to answer their curiosity about the rumors of a meadhall being built in Bree.

Summary: An adventuring Dunlending finds the proof of some rumors in the horselass in a lumberyard. First meeting of Freyga and Maldwyn.

Summary: A horselass, out for a run in the Chetwood, stumbles upon a ruined, mysterious stranger, and asks for a tale. The first meeting of Freyga and Arra.

For sleeping on my desk, i had a fairly good sleep tonight, i gues i was indeed exhausted after yesterday. My search taken me all over bree and a bit beyond, looking into this organization called "the black steel", i'l meet with my client today, and give them the information they had sought out. It was honestly a pain to gather, the organization is very secretive and hard to reach, i'd call my success pure luck, but in my line of work, there is no such thing as luck.