USH'S LOTR RP Game part 2- The Fortress of Baranar

"I told you, Cardolan..." Talin says. He is suspicious of why they are so questioning...even if they are drunkards...

They are being social.

"Cardolan? Who on Endor would want to go into THAT wasteland? Besides, the road south isn't safe any more."

*over hearing the conversation I step in*

"what do you mean not safe anymore????!!"

Well, as they explain- just as Gorlim did- the main road is a prime target for advanced raiding parties of Dunlendings. It is a long way fore such parties to go so to use the road is not instant death but it is still not very safe.

However, you guys are not planning to use the road- as Gorlim outlined, you will be cutting through the Downs instead.

I'm out in the COLD 🙂 and try to have a quiet moment,alone and think about my plans and ideeas...

"We will make it safe," Talin says, nodding towards his rune-carven axe and the Rhudaur sword which glint slightly in the dim lighting.

"It is good to hear such bold talk from fellow travellers master dwarf"

It's damn cold, Palanfirith- and you Elves do not normally feel the cold. Somewhat misty as well.

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"You are here to secure the road?" they ask, between drinks. "Strikes me you would need more than 50 men to do that..."

"Er...we *hic* are a fool hardy company..." William says with a chuckle. Quite a lot of rum he's consumed. "If you must *hic* know, we're going into Cardolan to meet with some guy who has a fortress that King Arvedui would like to make friends with so that he can fight the *hic* Witch King. Or at least defend him*hic*self..."

"And you are taking the road to get there?" they say. They knock back some drinks...

"Foolhardy indeed... here, you'll need another drink..."

"Why? I've already got a quart here!" William says.

"Drink is like misery," they say. "it loves company." They order more for themselves.

"You do not need to know much more about our goals in Cardolan. By the way, William? Did you know they come in pints?" Talin asks, taking a swig of a pint-sized cup.

"It comes in pints? I'm getting one!" William says, ordering a pint.

"Ah, don't be so uptight, Talin..."

"Blimey, we was only asking..." one of them says, Talin.

(ever the social genius...)

"Well, one can never be too careful about eavesdroppers. Especially when you are working for the King of Arnor. Glad you were interested, though!" Talin says. "Bottoms up!" He downs another pint.

Ush and everyone else.......... may I join?

(Sure! Just go make up a character first!)

"Well, there ain;t no traitors here. And King or Pauper, you won't be making it far down that road," they say, drinking with you. "Not unless you brought five hundred men, not fifty..."

"We're the King's men, not some cretinous merchant caravan!" says one of the soldiers. "Besides wbich, we're not even taking the road..."

"Oh aye?" the locals say.

Aiwendil sat at a table, straight-backed, clutching a tankerd of small beer. She had been informed that here, unlike Elvish gatherings, the water was not safe to drink, and that this was the least alcoholic drink to be had.
The people here had obviously never seen Elves before, or at least not so many in one place. Their scrutinising stares were beginning to disturb her - she abandoned her drink and escaped to the cool night air...

Talin elbows the soldier, HARD. He gives a look of "Keep your yapper shut!" and then turns back to his next pint.