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Envinyatar · 11-30-2005, 06:59 PM

Well this is a new one! Orëmir hastily slung on his pack, his medicine chest now returned to it, and ran after Lindir. The Elf was apparently very sensitive to the effects of the Southron concoction. Next time he would remember to rub only a little on Lindir’s lips. But hopefully there will not be a next time. Perhaps we will find the Diviner and Lindir will be completely healed.

Lindir was still moving at a quick pace when Orëmir caught up to him. He seemed to be making a beeline for the north wall. ‘Shouldn’t we look in some of these side buildings?’ Orëmir asked, gesturing toward a number of half-standing brickwork walls. Lindir seemed to pay no heed to his question, he simply hurried on.

Perhaps he recalls something about the Seneschal that I’ve forgotten . . . which would not be hard, since I scarce recall the man at all. He seems driven though, unwavering. I wonder if the concoction has heightened his senses and abilities as well as his body. Does something draw him onward as a magnet draws iron?

Orëmir’s hand strayed to his belt, assuring himself that he had a weapon at the ready. But there was no pommel that his hand might rest on; he’d left his blade in his haste to catch up to Lindir. Just as well . . . I suppose. The only foe that is likely to come against us is one whom my sword could not hurt or turn away. A frown creased his brow. If Lindir were being drawn onwards by something he sensed, would it prove friendly to them when they reached it?

11-30-2005, 06:59 PM	#163
Envinyatar Quill Revenant Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Wandering through the Downs..... Posts: 849	Well this is a new one! Orëmir hastily slung on his pack, his medicine chest now returned to it, and ran after Lindir. The Elf was apparently very sensitive to the effects of the Southron concoction. Next time he would remember to rub only a little on Lindir’s lips. But hopefully there will not be a next time. Perhaps we will find the Diviner and Lindir will be completely healed. Lindir was still moving at a quick pace when Orëmir caught up to him. He seemed to be making a beeline for the north wall. ‘Shouldn’t we look in some of these side buildings?’ Orëmir asked, gesturing toward a number of half-standing brickwork walls. Lindir seemed to pay no heed to his question, he simply hurried on. Perhaps he recalls something about the Seneschal that I’ve forgotten . . . which would not be hard, since I scarce recall the man at all. He seems driven though, unwavering. I wonder if the concoction has heightened his senses and abilities as well as his body. Does something draw him onward as a magnet draws iron? Orëmir’s hand strayed to his belt, assuring himself that he had a weapon at the ready. But there was no pommel that his hand might rest on; he’d left his blade in his haste to catch up to Lindir. Just as well . . . I suppose. The only foe that is likely to come against us is one whom my sword could not hurt or turn away. A frown creased his brow. If Lindir were being drawn onwards by something he sensed, would it prove friendly to them when they reached it?