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Gandalf_theGrey · 07-02-2002, 10:06 AM

* The wizard turned gently from Naaramare, to address the newcome Hobbit with an introductory bow. *

I beg pardon for not answering you earlier, my dear Hobbit. Rather than a story to tell, I've a road to walk. Please allow me to introduce myself ... I am an old man who answers to many names. And if others wish to call me Gandalf, then who am I to stop them? [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]

Now then, you carry a goodly number of packs on your pony. What is your trade, have you wares to show?

* Gandalf grabbed a lit branch from the campfire, walked over to the wraith's tattered robes, and set them ablaze. He did the same with the war steed's gear and trappings, stoking the flames into a searing white heat strong enough to melt metal. Then he gestured to Naaramare, Birdie, the Hobbit, and others standing nearby with an expansive wave of his arm towards Bethberry and the morning brew. *

Coffee smells about done, thanks to the traditional fine Bombadil hospitality. Why don't we share a cup and conversation?

[ July 02, 2002: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]

07-02-2002, 10:06 AM	#129
Gandalf_theGrey Visionary Spirit Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 633	* The wizard turned gently from Naaramare, to address the newcome Hobbit with an introductory bow. * I beg pardon for not answering you earlier, my dear Hobbit. Rather than a story to tell, I've a road to walk. Please allow me to introduce myself ... I am an old man who answers to many names. And if others wish to call me Gandalf, then who am I to stop them? [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] Now then, you carry a goodly number of packs on your pony. What is your trade, have you wares to show? * Gandalf grabbed a lit branch from the campfire, walked over to the wraith's tattered robes, and set them ablaze. He did the same with the war steed's gear and trappings, stoking the flames into a searing white heat strong enough to melt metal. Then he gestured to Naaramare, Birdie, the Hobbit, and others standing nearby with an expansive wave of his arm towards Bethberry and the morning brew. * Coffee smells about done, thanks to the traditional fine Bombadil hospitality. Why don't we share a cup and conversation? [ July 02, 2002: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]