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Lyra Greenleaf · 07-25-2003, 01:02 PM

Telpeheled took a mug of ale from the dwarf and smiled his thanks. Inwardly he marvelled at himself. Such a short time since leaving the Golden Wood and here he was, drinking something he'd never heard of before and being friendly with a dwarf! Yes, his life had certainly changed when he met Bordarigorn. It was lucky the man had got over his initial reluctance to let Telp come.

It was a nice feeling to think he could make a difference to the lives of the people here, and he would be quite glad to fight wolves. He owed them a grudge after the last time... It was better than fighting men anyway, that was a far too complicated emotion. Looking around the inn earlier he had seen many different types of people, as well as some of those interesting Halflings. This was a really fascinating place.

“So” he began, fixing his gaze on Anuionin, “what is the plan for getting rid of those wolves?”

07-25-2003, 01:02 PM	#11
Lyra Greenleaf The Diaphanous Dryad Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: R toL: 531, past the wild path Posts: 1,152	Telpeheled took a mug of ale from the dwarf and smiled his thanks. Inwardly he marvelled at himself. Such a short time since leaving the Golden Wood and here he was, drinking something he'd never heard of before and being friendly with a dwarf! Yes, his life had certainly changed when he met Bordarigorn. It was lucky the man had got over his initial reluctance to let Telp come. It was a nice feeling to think he could make a difference to the lives of the people here, and he would be quite glad to fight wolves. He owed them a grudge after the last time... It was better than fighting men anyway, that was a far too complicated emotion. Looking around the inn earlier he had seen many different types of people, as well as some of those interesting Halflings. This was a really fascinating place. “So” he began, fixing his gaze on Anuionin, “what is the plan for getting rid of those wolves?” __________________ “Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you." the Forbidden Link