Will soon get some info' up to run a bit of RP for Bree before the fair for Galar.
To RP the backstory... and get into the game.
This message was last updated by the GM at 17:49, Sat 04 Dec 2021.

Such a lot to do.
Most everybody in Bree is getting ready for the Fair, and those who are not, well, they are getting ready for the Festival!
People setting out their stalls on the Green, preparing goods, and having drinks at the Pony to discuss what goods to prepare and where to put up stalls!

Lots of people arriving already, even some from far-off places... though only in small numbers. Gone are the days where the Greenway ferried goods and people.
But, Dwarves - and even Bardings - are at least more numerous on the East Road.

"It is all about business", says Galar's father.

Galar nods at his dad, "It promises to be grand fair Father.  I heard at the Pony that there were travelers from as far away as the Lonely Mountain and Dale.  I can't wait to see what they've brought and hear the stories they have to tell!"

The young man saw a small frown form on his father's face.  He turned to grab another crate from the cart for him to set up before he could chide him for having his 'head in the fog' again.  Trying to avoid being on receiving end of the usual harangue on such a lovely day, Galar tried to redirect, "I don't think we could have a better spot."
This message was last edited by the player at 07:31, Mon 06 Dec 2021.

Galar's father's small frown remains as his son talks about wasting his time at the Pony.
But, as he is obviously about to say something, the older man's frown deepens-- but his attention has been diverted away from Galar - lucky for him! Or was it just a well planned move on the son's part?
"A good spot?! Indeed. With what it cost us, the Reeve can have his face sculpted among those designs on the stone pillars of the Counting-house!"
And he keeps on going, muttering about Twyc Greenleaf, Reeve of Bree, and how the man "spends more time snoozing than working!"

Bree's Counting-house, located close to the Green, where the Fair is to be held, was once where the king’s men collected the taxes and tariffs from the Bree-folk and from travellers on the road.
Today, it is still used for council meetings and tax collection, and is as close as Bree has to a town hall... or lord’s palace.

Galar bobbed his head in agreement, grateful to have avoided the usual lecture and souring his plans for the day.  As he unloaded another crate Galar adds, "Too bad he doesn't snooze more when it comes time to collect his fees.  Or just as fast to deal with trouble as he is with accounts.  Harcourt Goatleaf said he saw strangers lurking in the Chetwood."

Galar's father shrugs:
"So long as they are not bandits, let them lurk. Strangers sometimes have coin. Remember, son, anyone can be a customer! Fair or ugly, from here or from afar. Sell to all!"
He goes on mumbling about teaching good merchant ideas to the new generation...
"And get those crates unloaded. The Fair starts tomorrow!"
This message was last edited by the GM at 05:21, Wed 08 Dec 2021.

Galar returned to the task at hand unloading boxes, barrels, and crates.  He helps his father finish setting up, eager to get the job down so he can slip away and walk the green before heading to the Pony.

As Galar works up a sweat handling all the heavy containers, and the dust from the unpacked crates parches his throat, the man sees more and more people arriving-- be it this group of gawking Hobbits, obviously fresh out of the Shire ; or that caravan of tall and fair, richly clothed, Men from Dale... all headed towards the Pony.

Galar finishes up setting up with his father, glancing at the interesting people heading towards Bree's fine inn.  With an innocent grin he tells his dad, "I'm going to see what is in the offing for tomorrow with the other venders."  As he leaves he walks the opposite direction of the Pony and circles back towards the watering hole as he rounds a corner out line of sight.
This message was last edited by the player at 06:21, Fri 10 Dec 2021.

Galar's father just mumbles and looks around to see what work still needs to be done...

Moving you to the Pony, then...