The Diary of Bellin Curlytoes

I was having a quiet spot of breakfast near the piggy fountain in Bree when I saw one of the dwarves from last night.

Piggy fountain in Bree

We had a little chat and I told him about my plans to check out this inn, he asked me if my profession was taking me that way.  He laughed when I said that I was a Bounder but we don’t patrol that far from the shire, I thought he was being a bit rude about Bounders but it turns out that he meant a trade.  I don’t have one, I’m just going to get this vase and go home again.  A trade might be good though I could make and collect things to sell for a little extra coin as everything seems so expensive.  We discussed the different options and I decided to become a weaponsmith, so the dwarf – Krispli is his name – took me to speak to the master of apprentices in the nearby craft hall.

There was such a fuss when krispli saw the tools I had been given and he started pulling stuff out of his pack, ore and ingots and such like.  There’s all sorts of crafting stuff in here including some ovens that set my stomach growling; so I decided to have second breakfast while I waited and read the notes I had been given on how to make blades and such.

Workshop in Bree

By the time I had finished Krispli was just finishing off some shiny new tools for me and there was an elf talking to him.  She looked very pretty, but then elves generally do, it turns out that she is krispli’s travelling companion and her name is Eleangil.  She seems very nice though, she was laughing at Krispli complaining about me being given shoddy tools.

So it was afternoon before I set off for this place called the Lonelands.  Eleangil and Krispli walked part of the way from Bree with me and Krispli showed me how to use my mining pick.  We had a very nice picnic by the road and just as I was getting ready to go they both gave me some more presents and it wasn’t even their birthdays.  Eleangil gave me a lovely new bow that she had made and Krispli gave me some new armour which looks a lot tougher than the stuff I’ve been collecting.