Dagaron watched the different coversations going on, and nodded. He was playing the part of a Ranger well; staying isolated and watching the action. He liked it though. Most people who talked to him asked questions about his past, and that was a subject that he liked to avoid. He wrapped his cloak around him and pulled his dagger out underneithe it, fingering the elven ruins engraved on the blade.
((yo Twombly... What is this meeting about...?))
Theomer got bored with waiting and went to the pasture where his horse was being kept. He climbed on his back, with no saddle or bridle. Dairazor (the horse) stood fully seventeen hands high at the withers, and had plenty of bone to support it. His coat was dark bay, almost black, except for where it lightened to a red-brown around his muzzle. In the sun, it had an odd bronze-like hue to it, though it was very faint. He was both fast and strong, capable of running for hours on end without so much as a hint of tiring.
I know that was a little weird, but I'm bored and needed something to write about.