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After telling Lizbeth in Combe, I thought I'd best get to Bree and let them know the troubles. Barliman Butterbur, a good friend and always a listening ear, needed to know what happened in Archet, and he'd be able to get the word out to thems what needs to hear it. Brigand trouble spreads like wildfire, and Bree-folk'd be glad o' the warning.
I had a pint or two o' Blind Troll while I told me story, just to steady me nerves.
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Stars above, that was a dark day.
Archet, usually a quiet place, was a ruin. Smouldering timbers, folk with soot-streaked faces, a right mess. Jon Brackenbrook, poor fellow, looked like he'd aged ten years in a night.
"Ride to Combe," he says to me, "tell them we need help, quick as you can."
I went straight to the inn to tell Lizbeth. Mayhap had a Beakbreaker or two to clear the smoke from me throat.