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Child of the 7th Age · 11-05-2003, 02:05 AM

Beren's post for Minastan before his departure

The wollen trousers landed softly on the edge of Minastan's bunk, thrown from the dresser across room. Minastan turned to look at the clothes jumbled over his matress, a visual check to make sure all was there. Satisfied, he began to fill the his pack, taking all that would be necessary for the mission ahead of him.

He wondered aloud to himself, as he packed, how on earth he was going to infiltrate this band of ruffians. His first plan, simply to spy on them from a distance he soon realised would fall through completely. There was no way he could get close enough to their camp to hear anything vital without being noticed, good though he was. There were just too many of them, from all acounts of harassed travelers.

His brain, foaming with ideas, soon led to only one conclusion. He would somehow have to get into the camp, into their very organization, if he was to learn anything that might help those of the town.

Finally the solution presented itself, just yesterday, he had learned from a blacksmith traveling the road that the bandits were looking for people. They had judged the blacksmith would be helpful in taking the city and approached him with the offer. From his account the ruffians weren't to happy when he said no, and their blade marks still marred his right arm.

Minastan knew what he was going to be forced to do. Somehow, he had to convince these bandits that he was indeed fed-up with Bree enough to want to get back at it. He pushed the last article into the hide bag and pulled the rope tight around it as his plan continued to wheel among his head.

[ November 07, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

11-05-2003, 02:05 AM	#132
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Beren's post for Minastan before his departure The wollen trousers landed softly on the edge of Minastan's bunk, thrown from the dresser across room. Minastan turned to look at the clothes jumbled over his matress, a visual check to make sure all was there. Satisfied, he began to fill the his pack, taking all that would be necessary for the mission ahead of him. He wondered aloud to himself, as he packed, how on earth he was going to infiltrate this band of ruffians. His first plan, simply to spy on them from a distance he soon realised would fall through completely. There was no way he could get close enough to their camp to hear anything vital without being noticed, good though he was. There were just too many of them, from all acounts of harassed travelers. His brain, foaming with ideas, soon led to only one conclusion. He would somehow have to get into the camp, into their very organization, if he was to learn anything that might help those of the town. Finally the solution presented itself, just yesterday, he had learned from a blacksmith traveling the road that the bandits were looking for people. They had judged the blacksmith would be helpful in taking the city and approached him with the offer. From his account the ruffians weren't to happy when he said no, and their blade marks still marred his right arm. Minastan knew what he was going to be forced to do. Somehow, he had to convince these bandits that he was indeed fed-up with Bree enough to want to get back at it. He pushed the last article into the hide bag and pulled the rope tight around it as his plan continued to wheel among his head. [ November 07, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.