I made it to Bree by nightfall and hurried over to the Prancing Pony where I was to ask the tavern-keep, Barliman Butterbur, about the whereabouts of this Strider fellow. Before I walk up the steps, though I take a quick look around the square. There are many people gathered here, engaged in conversations of various sorts. Many groups of people walk by, and I feel somewhat lonely, being in a place with all these people, yet having no one who walks with me.
Best not to dwell on it for now, I suppose. I must be off, but until we meet again, take care!
With Light,
Kaleigh
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