[b]Meonwel[/b]

It was cold tonight, I thought as I approached a town. What was it called again? Bree! That's right, Bree is it's name. I think. Going inside the tavern, I asked for a hot meal and a room for the night. Sitting down at a table not quite in the corner, but not right in the open, so I could keep an ear on the conversation going around. Who knows, maybe I'd find someone to help with my, task? The wood was older than normal, not quite as old as Radagast's hut. How I missed that place, with all the creatures, most of which I could never remember the names of, if I'm completely honest with myself. But that's in the past now, and there's only time for the present. Talking about the past though, one of the drunks sounded like he might be a good warrior. I could just hope that he wasn't always like, that. Approaching him, I simply asked, "How good are you at fighting with others?"

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