Rym listens intently to the conversation. Evidently he is not the only one who feels some uncertainty about the goings on beyond the borders of the Shire. He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or even more afraid at this revelation.
“Bree… That’s the town half a day’s journey down the river, right? I think I passed by it in the middle of the night last night…” He scratches at his goatee as the memory of the tall gate looming up in the pitch-black night comes back to him.
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