"You Elves ride strangely," says a man, walking down the stairs to the courtyard. "No saddles or stirrups. How you teach them so is beyond me, and there is little I do not know of horses."
The man, who is not unnattractive and whose large scar on the left side of his face could even be seen as quite manly rather than disfiguring, has bloinde hair and blue eyes and wears a green cloak- presumably just as Argentis does. He also wears the emblem of your people, Argentis- a white horse on a green background.
He bows to Aiwendil, courteously.
"You are Argentis?" he asks.
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Anglomir had been sleeping soundly in his room and had just awoken to the sound of a knock at his door. He stayed under his covers while the maidens delivered his mighty breakfast that he had asked for. When they left, he stretched his arms and dressed in his finest wares...those being his clothes he had traveled from Gondor to Rivendell to Arnor in. The caked mud and dried Orc blood had been cleaned from it, and it had been resewn in many places by the Arnorian tailors. Then he sat down to his breakfast of grilled venison and poached eggs before walking into the courtyard.
"Good morning to you, Vardalain," Anglomir called merrily, stretching his arms. "And the rest of you unfamiliar faces..."
Each of the players from the original game found a note by Lord Gorlim on their doors today asking for them to meet him at midday- it seems something is afoot. Meanwhile, why don't you all say hi to the new Elf, get a feeling as to why she is here, what kind of girl she is...
Marakith leads you to his room, Argentis, which is full of maps and various half-written dispatches.
"Excuse the mess," he says. "Good journey?"
"Since I was old enough to hold a staff, I've had to protect my beloved wood from Men who steal wood to burn. Now that we have an allegience with the Ents of Fangorn, they protect Firien for us, and I am no longer fettered by my duties. I've decided that, having spent 600 years in one place, I want to see as much of Middle Earth as I possibly can. Do you live here sir, or is it by chance you come here?"
"Indeed," says Marakith, "the Dunlending raiders have little taste for targets on horseback. Not yet, anyway. Now, I am a practical man, Argentis, so I want to get down to business. I am here to gather information for Frumgar [NOTE- your Chieftian] about the situation here that... worries us and all our people."
Worries indeed. The mountain kingdom of Angmar has its western border on Arnor, of course (Rhudaur, to be more accurate). And from there the Witch-King pours forth his malice into his Kingdim. But on his EASTERN border, the other side of the mountains, Angmar borders directly on the Anduin Valley- your home. Your people are still building their new nation since the Wainriders were defeated. Angmar could snuff you out easily in these vulnerable years. All that is stopping this is that Angmar has bigger things to worry about- Arthedain.
"I am keeping regular dispatches to our home on the state of Arthedain's defences and whether she seems likely to stand or fall," says Marakith. "But that job is getting more complicated now and I need your help."