Blue Sky, Night Thunder: The Fool's Errand

[Cimmerian]

Ozracles roughly pushed the tall, lanky man and held him against the wall, "Question your orders?" he snarled, bringing the axe head close to Thorondruin's pale face, "And who are you to order me?"

"Don't forget," hissed Thorondruin, pushing the huge barabrian away, "I lead this band, and these elves here listen only to me, if you wish to challenge me do so at your own risk."

Ozracles lowered his weapon and glared at the man as he swaggered away. He was right, thought Ozracles, these elves would never listen to him, besides he couldn't take on an entire trade caravan on his own. This idea seemed fine for now, after the Silmaril has been taken, it would be every man for himself and then Thorondruin would feel the wrath of this barbarian.

The tall, bald man rubbed his chin and guffawed, "Righto, Thor. You lead this rabble, we will do as you say...for now."

Himelilek laughed, she was looking forward to a clash between these two headstrong men.

Ooc - We kill everyone who is with the caravan...beware kettle o' fish.