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Garton is a notorious criminal who keeps worming his way through the legal system of Bree to continue his streak of crime and violence through the lands. He somehow managed to convince the mayor he was not Garton, but in fact a man named Stretch. I know the irony here, that I nick-named him this before I ever became a watcher. And addressed him as such when I saw him, I now realize why he said yes, it was him when I called him by that name. Because he knew I would, and refrained from responding to his actual name. 

The presence of assassins in Bree has been increasing as of late, or so the rumors and suspicions tell. Though this is usually just talk amongst the gossipers, a witness brought evidence to us that a woman was speaking of an assassination plot with another in the kitchen of the Prancing Pony not long ago. I find it odd, that this happened the same time both she and another man quite obviously was attempting to get me to have a drink. It was very obvious in fact, I suspect they planned to lace it with poison. 

August 19th, 2014

October 24th

Third Age. (Exact year is still unknown)

Encampment south-west of Goblin-Town.

A war in the freezing colds from the mountains of mist had started. Rangers, Elves and a small company of Dwarves laid siege upon the Goblin-encampment.