Branda blushed furiously again. "Actually, it's my fault. My granny told me stories about the Rangers, fierce folk who guard the roads. I'd heard rumors I could scarcely believe that the Pony might actually have a back room where these fierce fighters came sometimes. I was so curious I came back to look."
Branda gave the two figures a look up and down. "Please don't be offended, but you don't look like what Granny told me. She said most Rangers were eight feet tall. And even he doesn't look like that." Branda pointed a finger over in Volondil's direction.
"But as far as what we're doing here, that's another story, and has to do with the great hunger in the Shire. Perhaps, Bullroarer can explain that better than I can, since he's the leader of our band."
[ January 11, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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