[Esgallhugwen]

Just as she looked up and was about to answer, a very fat Hobbit came into the Inn, he seemed to notice a man sitting at the bar and waddled his way over to him. Esgallhugwen heard bits and pieces of the conversation; they spoke of ruffians and how the man had come across them, Goblins they had been and were dismissed as the actual trouble makers but all wasn't right with their thought there was something more to it than just goblins or orcs near the border of Bree.

The other night she had passed through Bree like a storm, only stopping at the Prancing Pony to ask for further directions. She had startled many of the drunks that sat at the bar, her presence was fierce and haunting.

The Inn was dimly lit making her green cloak look black, many who sat about thought she was a wraith at first glance; like the town's tale told of many years before. The Innkeeper was a sweaty mumbling startled mess when he finally blurted out the directions to the Green Dragon.

With a flick of her cloak she was back on her dark horse speeding off down the trail.

Singing of birds outside brought her back to her senses 'what brings me to the Shire?' she said thoughtfully to herself. 'To see the little folk I suppose... I no longer have a home in the East, though I lingered there after the fact for many years, and only now grew dreary of the loss and waste of that place'. A bird fluttered by the window as the pudgy Hobbit left the door going down the trail on his fat pony.