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Shade of Carn Dûm
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Autumn sat thinking at one of the largest tables in the Inn of the Prancing Pony. Around the table was gathered all the members of the expedition. No one was talking, for everyone was thinking up plans for attacking the wargs, and the young hobbit wondered if she could say soemthing. Auutmn looked timidly around the table, and then gained her courage to speak.
"I'm not sure an exact course of action that we should take," Autumn began nervously, then she began to talk faster as she began to gain courage, "but, I do not think that we should have a huge group to attack the wargs. The usual number of wargs in a pack, at least that I have seen, is, at the most, twenty. Maybe we should just track them, and then devise a trap in which to catch them and kill them. We could use something as bait and lure them to an area, and then attack them with arrows from hiding places, and some people could charge at them with their sword and knifes. One issue that I would certainly like to discuss during this meeting is weapons. I don't know about anyone else, but, though I have my own knfe, I don't have a bow or arrows, which I think that I will need for this expedition." Gaddy perked up his ears when Autumn began to talk. He was glad that the young hobbit had finally gained the courage to talk. She had some good ideas, though they did need a little polishing up. When Gaddy heard Autumn mention about swords he turned and began to speak, "Weapons have already been ordered for the members of this expedition by the mayor. They are waiting for us at the Town Hall of Bree. I was going to send someone to go get them. Would you like to go, Autumn? Here, give this to the man at the front desk, and say that you were sent by me." Gaddy handed a piece of paper to Autumn, and then said, smiling broadly, "Take Ned with you. You two can carry the weapons back here to the inn. I'll talk to you both later about what we decided at this meeting. Now go, you two, before I shove you out the door!" Autumn and Ned quickly hurried to the front door, grabbing their cloaks on the way out. They rushed out the door, and down the street in the direction of the Town Hall. Once they were a little ways from the Inn, they slowed their pace down a bit, and breathed in the refreshing night air of Bree. [ December 12, 2002: Message edited by: Galadel Vinorel ]
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