Arlómë hurried down the crowded street to the west gate of Bree. He ran by some local guards that were hurrying in the opposite direction, towards the Pony. As he ran by he heard one of them say, "...ready your swords men. There's some crazy elves picking a fight at the Pony. The killer dwarf is probably there also..."
So, they know where Bali is, thought Arlómë. Those guards are in for it also, he thought as he chuckled softly.
As he reached the west gate he knew that it was going to be in vain to try to go out that way. There were five guards checking everyone trying to leave Bree. It would be easy to defeat those five guards, but they would obviously be pursued. They needed to get out quietly.
Arlómë turned and bumped into somebody.
"Excuse me..." Arlómë began. "Oh, hello Einen."
"Umm...Arlómë, right?" Einen asked.
"Yes."
"I was just on my way to the Pony. Some guards were..." Einen began but Arlómë interrupted.
"Yes, I know. Quick follow me." Arlómë said as he headed back towards the meeting spot. On the way he made sure that Einen knew what he was getting himself into. Einen still wanted to go.
"With elves and rangers in the company, I can learn fast." Einen said.
Arlómë knew that he would have to learn fast, possibly by tonight if they got into any more trouble.
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