Rangar scrached his head. A boy who had problems with napkins and a nurse. The boy he understood, in fact up until about now he'd felt just as aukward and nervous. His mind flew back to the first time he meat the Dunedain, that had been truly embarissing. The women, on the other hand, had all but said she had a young child. Rangar had always been good at reading people, and this lady was no exception. But she wanted to come, and he didn't know anything about healing.
Turthol sat down next him and muttered, "Take the child, I have my doubts about the women from Gondor." "You have doubts about anyone from Gondor." Rangar countered. "To true. And I don't like the mother." "You figured it out too?" "It's not prudent to live a child behind." "And yet you tell me to take the boy" It was odd. The internal struggles Rangar fought with himself,save the ones about his memory, could just as easily be fought out with Turthol. He was indeed a marvolous friend. "You already took the boy." said Turthol, finishing his thought. "Fine then, they both can come. You're no healer." The hooded man sitting next to him looked as though he was about to say something rude, but Rangar beat him to speach,
"Of course you may come, anyone else?"
[ April 26, 2003: Message edited by: Arvedui III ]
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