Farmer in the Dale RPG

[ArwenBaggins]

Arinn walked swiftly from the house, following his daughter and nephew. Frankly, he had listened to very little of what was said. He was not one to worry on any normal occasion, comforting his sons (and even Elanor sometimes, although she denied it entirely) during storms and the time the year before when a robber tried to steal a cow. No, he didn't worry much, but with his youngest son missing with all of the evident danger, he had the right to fret.

All he had heard was that they were searching the farms first and elsewhere later. He also knew that time was against them. The sun was sinking faster than normal it seemed, as if playing a wicked game with the farmers of Dale. "Elanor, search out by the stream and the other hiding places of Eric's that you know of. Don't stray too far," he called to his daughter as she headed off to the right, followed by Elian. Another child missing couldn't be handled.

Searching thoroughly the dusty corrals and sheds, Arinn found nothing but thirsty horses and a few rabbits. He rubbed the muzzle of his chestnut mare, pushing away her sweaty forlocks. "Sorry girl... I'm looking for Eric right now." He wanted to ask her if she had seen his little boy, but he knew that the horse couldn't speak back to him. Oh, if only it could!

"Eric Roland Millwind, where are you?" he yelled loudly yet hopelessly as he left the mare, ignoring the gate entirely and jumping over the fence. He knew that Rhysdan was also missing, but he hoped that Esmerelda or Elian and Daisy would find him- right now, he was concerned about his son.