Roryn looked up at the peculiar gathering around the table, another puff of smoke from his pipe wafted aver his face. Twenty Thousand gold peices? he thought She must be mad, oh well, I'm a wee bit short of money, maybe I can get into this for a share of it myself.
He walked over to the chattering mass of people, he glanced at the ranger at the bar, good, it was only Atharen. He drew his hood over his head, shading his face. He walked up to Maen and said in a strangely audible whisper, "If you have need of someone to help you, and in return for twenty thousand gold pieces, I will do whatever you ask of me."
Maen turned around and looked quizzically at him, she did not know him, nor recognise him, that was for sure. Roryn chuckled inwardly, at least there were a few who didn't know him in Minas Tirith. "So sorry, forgot to introduce myself," Roryn mused for the breifest of moments before deciding to give his real name, she seemed trustworthy, "Roryn, former ranger of Gondor at your service."
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