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Caunwaithon · 02-11-2006, 06:16 PM

I smile at the man, recollecting of our conversation.

"Ha! This man might be a ranger, but I have a Dwarven warrior by my side!"

I pick up the ale put upon the bar, and lift it up.

"For old friendships, and that they shall not die!"

I toss the ale back, washing it down my throat with some difficulty. Well, alot of difficulty. But I do not show it, and I am proud for this.

"Come, Janthor. I will show you the man I wish to help."

I pick up a wooden plate a block of cheese upon it, and a loaf of dark bread, walking once again towards the dark corner. But the man meets me halfway, in a manner of refusal.

"I am sorry...Spearman. This is my fight, and my fight alone."

the man slowly stands up from the table and begins to walk away.

"Now if you will excuse me, I need rest."

he walks out of the tavern, without sound escaping forth from his bootheels.

I nod my head towards Janthor, and smile.

"Well then, nevermind, it seems as if we will need to find our own quest."

I set the wooden plate down, and pull a straight-edged knife from a sheath on my belt, cutting into the cheese and sitting down, biting into the sharp, aromatic white half moon cheese.

"So...how goes the lonely mountain? Does your kingdom do well?"

02-11-2006, 06:16 PM	#11
Caunwaithon Pile O'Bones Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Texas Posts: 21	I smile at the man, recollecting of our conversation. "Ha! This man might be a ranger, but I have a Dwarven warrior by my side!" I pick up the ale put upon the bar, and lift it up. "For old friendships, and that they shall not die!" I toss the ale back, washing it down my throat with some difficulty. Well, alot of difficulty. But I do not show it, and I am proud for this. "Come, Janthor. I will show you the man I wish to help." I pick up a wooden plate a block of cheese upon it, and a loaf of dark bread, walking once again towards the dark corner. But the man meets me halfway, in a manner of refusal. "I am sorry...Spearman. This is my fight, and my fight alone." the man slowly stands up from the table and begins to walk away. "Now if you will excuse me, I need rest." he walks out of the tavern, without sound escaping forth from his bootheels. I nod my head towards Janthor, and smile. "Well then, nevermind, it seems as if we will need to find our own quest." I set the wooden plate down, and pull a straight-edged knife from a sheath on my belt, cutting into the cheese and sitting down, biting into the sharp, aromatic white half moon cheese. "So...how goes the lonely mountain? Does your kingdom do well?" __________________ Caunwaithon is an Outrider of rohan, one that travels outside of the borders of his homeland to scout, bring news or bring small hosts of men to do battle in far-off lands. Last edited by Caunwaithon; 02-11-2006 at 06:21 PM.