"It's very simple," says Marakith. "The heart of Arthedain looks secure enough to me, but I understand there are problems in the north, which I intend to check out. However, I cannot be everywhere at once. Now, I understand you want to help Zeratul's friends with their business here. It is to my understanding that they will be journeying south to Cardolan.
"Now, I have no information on the state of Cardolan's defences and their preparedness for possible attack. Based on the eastern half of the Realm I would say they had no defences at all, but apparently it is different in the west and south. Well, I need more information than maybes
"All you have to do for me is, whilst you are in Cardolan, keep your eye out for the way things are there. Do they have the will to fight? The capacity? And if so, how long will they last? How difficult will the Witch-King find a campaign there? You will be acting as a representative of our people in this matter. I am sure you will do this service, yes?"
"How do these men fight?, Quantity is one thing, but Quality is another, are they skilled with blades or bows? do they have anything that will match up to our cavalry? do they have a good chain of command? Those are all things I need to take into account for my report"
"I will also be needing some goods"
(Palanfirith sat behind and listened the speech)
He was thinking: "Since when I am ordered to do favors for men?If master Elrond didn't made us deal with these humble people,I would be far away.The good part is that I have a good company in my tasks,they would help me if I would need it."
(he joins his company in the courtyard and listens carefully)
(is that too Nordor?or is it good?I wanna get the character very good before we leave)
(sounds about right, tho maybe a bit more caring, something like, and ofc. we have to help the humans solve their own mess)
"ok, then I'd better hope they have some good men, I will leave as soon as my companions are ready, goodbye and may good speed your horse [do we believe in god?]" Bows, turns around and walks out of the room
I meant whose speech were you listening to, Fitch! And this isn;t a camp, it is an enormous city!
No-one believes in 'God', Fire; there is Ilvutar- who made everything- but other than that the peoples worship the Valar, who are powerful beings that the oldest Elves knew personally, not Gods as we would recognise them. Your people rever the Valar but are actually well into Nature worshi- Fertility, cycle of the seasons, cult of the Stag... anything for an excuse to drink and be merry, really...
It is coming up time for the players from the first game to meet with Gorlim in his chambers. But just passing you guys- on the way to the stables out for a morning ride- is Prince Elendur- looking stunningly attractive and well-groomed as ever- and his retinue.
"Good morning," he says cheerfully as he passes you guys.
He takes two more steps,- then stops. Turns around. And comes back over, heading straight towards Aiwendil.
"And good morning to YOU, my Lady! I do not believe I have had the pleausre of seeing your Fair features in our Palace before..."