(May 10th, 2015)

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This is related to the following event:
Grenrill Merchants Host Auction in Bree
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OOC: Brief recall of past events from the last few days.

A town of mad hounds and rumormongers, they said.

Of the poor and the unsavory, they said.

Where the Watch was oft scattered in thin numbers and the mayor was loath to fund their equipment, they said.

A year had it been since the Half-mad Huntress had trod the dusty cobblestone and old dirt paths, and it was relieving to her to know that most, if not all of the populace, had forgotten the escapades of a lost young woman who was foolish enough to presume herself self-sufficient.

This page is seemingly the first in a series of past recordings. In these pages the author simply states his ambition and how he hopes to achieve it, or at least make a start.

I am new to this sort of thing, keeping a diary and the likes but I will not be so conventionally minded as to start with 'Dear diary'. I write this not simply as an out for my feelings but in the hopes that someday I may become famous, that people will look back on my recordings and themselves be inspired to seek the glory that our society has forgotten.

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.

Excerpts from:

A Treatise on the Situation, Manners, and Inhabitants of Bree-land

As writ by Oddvar of the Blue Mountains and Dalton Willow of Bree, T.A. 3015