"Food!" William says happily. "I have not seen so much food since I left the Shire and Arthedain!" He grabs a plate and starts filling it.
"The Hobbits of the Shire would probably help if they weren't lazy-asses," William says to Baronar. "And if they knew what this was like, if they knew what your people were going through. Being a Took, and Took's are very adventurous, I decided to come out of the Shire to see the world, and establish the trade route of course."
"Well, I doubt the Shire really has much in the way of a military force," says Baronar. "Not really the Hobbit way, I understand."
There is a lot of food- one thing this place is not, is under-supplied.
"There is a vast amount of fertile land around here," says Baronar. "But since the Great Plague there just haven't been enough people to use it all- and that was centuries ago. No-one has really been bothering to try and make good use of it. I've been trying to make the local villages more efficient."
"Dashed unlucky for the workers to be hit by plague again," says Gorlim.
"Oh, the workers are fine," says Baronar. "The plague hasn't spread to the villages."
"Oh..." says Gorlim, nonplussed. "That's... fortunate, I suppose."
Baronar is concenred, as you talk, to hear of the troubles in the Barrow Downs.
"Wights?" he says. "But they are creatures of legend and myth, surely?"
"Oh, we can attest," says Annphor. "They were no myth!"
"I see!" says Baronar. "Dark times indeed. But what was this about Orcs?"
"That the Witch-King can send forces through Cardolan unchecked is not in itself a concern any greater than we have faced before," says Baronar. "Cardolan's borders are undefended. But my lands are secure, and of course, Arthedain's borders are more secure still. Dunlendings rampage all over the Southroad- but in scattered raiding bands.
"A camp of Orcs is unusual. It is not easy for the Witch-King to supply such a force so far from his own lines. He must have gone to some eoffrt. But why send Orcs to the Downs? What is there for them? Certainly, if these Wights are there, there can be no threat the Witch-King wants dealt with.
"Interesting..." concludes Baronar. "And I am sure Talin here did scream, Aniica! That was a fair wound he received. Do I assume those Wights were carrying..."
"...the weapons of Cardolani nobles, indeed," says Gorlim. Baronar tuts.
"I have need of such weapons. I had considered taking them form the Downs but did not out of respect for the dead. That seems... an unhelpful choice now."
BTW, anyone seen Dexx? You kinda need him...
Baronar ponders.
"Orcs have little interest in doing things just for the sake of it. They will pillage and plunder, of course, but they find little point in simply riding around picking on travellers, living as outlaws like the Dunlendings enjoy. And when they are commanded by the likes of the Witch-King they become even more focussed.
"If Orcs are in the Barrow Downs, there must be something they can do from there that will bring direct benefit to their master."