ROHAN RPG

[Ransom]

“You are prudent not to trust any traveler you meet.”

Volkmar gripped his warhammer in both hands, slowly rotating it. “Let us be honest. I doubt that I could prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am not in league with any evil. Yet, I will try as best I can.”

“I am Volkmar Heidenhammer. I live far northwest of here, though I am afraid that I do not stay in one place for very long. My line has long guarded the north from orks and other foul things. Several long months ago, a comrade from the south rode reported that their was uneasy stirring in the south, and my superiors were worried. I have been sent south to have a look around.”

Volkmar could tell that this man was not one of the Riders of Rohan that he had heard about, and he certainly did not look like a Dunedling. Telling him this information would normally be of great risk, save that this man was alone, for even the birds had fled the acrid smoke. He watched the man intently, scrutanizing his face for any indication of emotions or actions.