Volkmar carefully examined Ulfwine. He was not the most impressive Dunedling Volkmar had ever seen. It looked to like he had been beaten and then thrown into a fire pit. His cloathing was charred. The sword at his side was dirty and the sheath slightly singed. The bulges in his backpack left Volkmar with a general idea of the nature of the task Ulfwine had labored at for the previous hours.
“Oho. I have some questions for you. Many questions. Yet, it is not safe to remain in one place for very long. Let us find somwhere where we can talk.”
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In a short time, they found a ridge surrounded by a thick grove of evergreens. Volkmar tied the horse to a tree. He glanced upwards and established that it was nearing noon before extracting the remaining three apples. It took some effort to bend his armored body far enough to fit under the rock, but he eventually succeeded. The apples were handed out before Volkmar began his questions.
“Ulfwine, Thenamir has told me that Sauruman has been stirring up your people and sending them to retrieve an artifact. Have your people had past dealings with the wizard?”
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