* From his seated position, Gandalf bowed thanks to Bethberry and Wyrd for their helpfulness in delivering the message to the ranger. He then turned to address Holly's friend Olo: *
My good Olo, hail and well met. Accompanying our motley band of travellers might not be as glamorous as you'd want. Tomorrow morning there'll be a meeting, ... specifically for those of us in my party who've come in together at the Trade Inn here in Sarn Ford. As for you, Olo, I wonder if you could do me a favor instead of attend the meeting? There's a large black war steed outside who will need looking after. Being that the horse hails from the East, well, it's a delicate matter. Agree, Olo, and you're welcome to come with us to Tharbad.
* Gandalf finished speaking, and blinked, puzzled. He could have sworn he heard faint "neek-breek" noises issuing from inside the Common Room. Strange. He frowned for a moment, then relaxed again as Meneli and Estelarion began their song. As they paused, he encouraged the Elves with a cry of ... * Artfully performed! [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]
* Outside, the black war horse had looked up from time to time, flicking its ears at a grey-cloaked watcher and the comings and goings of two Halflings. The grey-cloak must've been a guard, keeping the two Halfling prisoners alive for now, herding them back into the Inn whenever they tried to escape. *
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