Talan listened close to what Umarth had said. Although he had traveled through some parts of Rohan, he knew nothing of Isengard, the king or orcs. In fact, he had not even seen one in his whole life. They were not common up north, in Dale, and he had been lucky to avoid them on his journey west. Then Bethberry discovered him listening and gave him a stern look, and reluctantly he returned to his work.
He walked up to the bar, and looked around. The one Laevin had taken care of had left with his drink, but another seemed to have been drinking heavily. Suddenly, he dropped his head on the table and began snoring.
Talan sighed, and then without much effort lifted the small parton out of his chair, and carried him out in the barn and threw him down, rather ungently, into the hay.
"He's thru' partyin', that one."
He muttered to himself as he returned to the Great Hall. It did not seem like there was anything else to take care of, but he could see that Mia was apparently popular at the customers.
He walked up next to her, and looked around. Any customer who seemed to have the wrong kind of thoughts received a harsh look, and soon they were all using their attention on their ale.
"If them lot bring any more trouble, I'll be right here to sort 'em out. Just you say the word and they'll be out of here in no time." he told Mia, and then sat down not far from her, making sure that he was ready to aid her if the need arose.
[ July 03, 2003: Message edited by: Daniel Telcontar ]
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