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piosenniel · 11-02-2002, 06:13 PM

***** DALE - Jarl *****

Jarl sifted through the assessment he had received from Gramil. Al-Gareth did appear to be someone of 'political' interest, it seemed. Though, Gramil was not sure where in that arena to place him. Someone obviously up the ruling ladder, considering the trouble that had been gone to to capture him. Al-Hafez was obviously his liegeman, and so far had not proved amenable to any discussions concerning Al-Gareth.

There had been that spark of interest, quickly banked, shown by the Nurnian when Jarl spoke of Urken's offer of passage on his ship to travel to Minas Anor. What would someone from Nurn need to speak with the High King about? Puzzles within puzzles.

He would have to see how he might strengthen the tenuous relationship he now had with this man. And it must be done quickly, if they planned to travel on the morrow by ship. Less than two days would bring them to the city, though if Jarl remembered correctly the audience would not occur until Mettarë. That would give him several additional days in Minas Tirith in which to get to know Al-Gareth better.

It was early next morning, the sun had just lightened the eastern rim of the world, when Jarl woke Garlin and they made for the docks. He had also knocked on Al-Gareth's door, and Al-Hafez had told him that they would be coming in one hour. There were some details that needed to be taken care of first. Jarl stifled his curiosity and did not inquire what those 'details' might be. He said only that they would await the arrival of the Nurnians at the docks.

He was not sure that Gramil would be traveling with them. He had not said one way or the other. Jarl had knocked at his door, and called to him that he would meet him at Urken's ship.

It was quiet in the streets of Pelargir as they made their way down to the quay. He sent Garlin along the dock, to find where the Southron ships lay at anchor, while he waited near the entry way for any sign of the Southrons. Garlin waved him down to where the two ships were tied off. Jarl and he called up to a figure they saw moving about on deck.

'May we come aboard?'

11-02-2002, 06:13 PM	#378
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	*** DALE - Jarl *** Jarl sifted through the assessment he had received from Gramil. Al-Gareth did appear to be someone of 'political' interest, it seemed. Though, Gramil was not sure where in that arena to place him. Someone obviously up the ruling ladder, considering the trouble that had been gone to to capture him. Al-Hafez was obviously his liegeman, and so far had not proved amenable to any discussions concerning Al-Gareth. There had been that spark of interest, quickly banked, shown by the Nurnian when Jarl spoke of Urken's offer of passage on his ship to travel to Minas Anor. What would someone from Nurn need to speak with the High King about? Puzzles within puzzles. He would have to see how he might strengthen the tenuous relationship he now had with this man. And it must be done quickly, if they planned to travel on the morrow by ship. Less than two days would bring them to the city, though if Jarl remembered correctly the audience would not occur until Mettarë. That would give him several additional days in Minas Tirith in which to get to know Al-Gareth better. It was early next morning, the sun had just lightened the eastern rim of the world, when Jarl woke Garlin and they made for the docks. He had also knocked on Al-Gareth's door, and Al-Hafez had told him that they would be coming in one hour. There were some details that needed to be taken care of first. Jarl stifled his curiosity and did not inquire what those 'details' might be. He said only that they would await the arrival of the Nurnians at the docks. He was not sure that Gramil would be traveling with them. He had not said one way or the other. Jarl had knocked at his door, and called to him that he would meet him at Urken's ship. It was quiet in the streets of Pelargir as they made their way down to the quay. He sent Garlin along the dock, to find where the Southron ships lay at anchor, while he waited near the entry way for any sign of the Southrons. Garlin waved him down to where the two ships were tied off. Jarl and he called up to a figure they saw moving about on deck. 'May we come aboard?' __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.