Rangar felt very, very self-concius at the moment. He was making a joke, no one in their right mind would want to pack up and leave such a homely inn to travel with an unknown stranger to Harad. It was a joke, it really was. Turthol, he knew would come with him, but the ranger had liked him from the day they met, they were friends. Like most thing in the world, these people surprized him. A noblewomen of Gondor, whom he knew very well was too proud to believe a simple bar story from Bree apperently wanted to come, and a young craftsman also. He nodded to the both of them.
If they wanted to come, why not? alterier motives was the thought that kept running through his mind as others looked towards him. But who knows? they could want to come for their own reasons.
Rangar sat back down, his hood conciling a very red face. I've got nothing better to do, he thought. Maybe they don't either. He opened a quite dry mouth, "Anyone else?" he repeated.
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