"It doesn’t seem all too hard. I think we could pull it of. But after we escape with Brytta where north are headed?"
I wish I could tell them that I knew.
"Well, Rochil, I looked over a map of the lands west of Rohan, and found that a long trail known as the Old South Road will take us from the Gap of Rohan to a small town named Bree."
"Of course we will not enter it, passing by it and continuing north until we reach the North Downs. There we shall hide Heldór. We can erect a dwelling, and there I and my brother will stay; and you as well if you wish. We can get what we need and find work in Bree, and thus will be easily able to support ourselves."
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Evening passed into night as the group debated the plan. A cold gust of wind blew into the the inn as a shadowy figure entered the inn. The man moved quickly over to the bar, ordering a drink. Looking around casually, he scanned the various tables and booths for a sign of the man he sought to find. And soon his target was spotted.
Brytta was talking to three others at at his table, a woman and two men. They were discussing something, occasionally pointing to a scrap of parchment before them. They are hatching a plan; they want him to escape. If only I could get that map...
The man was unable to get a decent look at the faces of the others at the table, but the meeting appeared conspiratorial to say the least. Knowing he had all the information he could get without endangering himself, Fréa Forgoil finished his drink and slipped out of the inn. One thing was certain to him; he would have to be extra careful while guarding Heldór the following day.
The man will escape over my dead body.
[ July 18, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]
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