The white horse galloped up the path, its mane flowing in the breeze which its fast pace created. Seated on the horse was an elf, which long blond hair flowing over his strong shoulders.
Speaking softly to his horse, he urged her to halt as the gate of Bree came into his keen vision. As the great beast slowed, the elf leaped off of the saddle and grabbed the rope, leading her through the gate. But then a sign caught his eye, posted on one of the doors:
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NOTICE-TO THE VILLAGERS OF BREE
A disease is passing through the city. It will most likely kill all animals and plants growing, so we, the Administrators of the City, advise all villagers to stock up on provisions quickly, the plague is a day or two away from hitting. Also, any interested in aiding the town, there will be a meeting at the Old Hall on the South-Eastern side of the city who will be called up to order to discuss the disease and figure out ways of stopping this plague. The date will be announced shortly, for halflings of the shire and elves of Rivendell are called to the meeting as well.
THE CITY OF BREE
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Elves of Rivendell? Perhaps I will go to this meeting. The elf stabled his horse, and walked to the Prancing Pony, where he entered the inn and paid for a room.