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Helkahothion · 01-29-2003, 10:36 AM

Anuion was glad to have reached Dale. The visit to his father was tiring and the travel with the wood trader wasn't very comfortable as well. It would be nice to have a soft bed although no bed could outmatch the one in his elderly home in Mirkwood. As they reached Dale he went over to the inn to rent a room. He stepped in and saw that the inn was pretty quite.
"Well, not many people around here" Anuion said to himself.
"Tell me about it. Everybody is still working at this hour. There will be more people within the hour." The innkeeper said.
"That's a relief. Is there any room I can rent for the night?" Anuion replied.
"Of course sir. We don't get many visitors around here. The room will be yours until 3 'o?clock tomorrow afternoon."

Anuion went out and walked around Dale. He walked into what looked the town squire. At the smithy he saw a little gathering. An old man, a guard, a worker, the smith herself and his travel companion. He went over and wandered what they where talking about. His knife needed to be sharpened anyway so he had a reason to be there.

?Forgive me, I couldn?t help but listen in on your conversation with the storyteller. Would you mind telling me what it was all about? Not often is a storyteller found in a smith?s forge,? The man said.
He went over and the conversation was gone.
"Good day, how may I help you?" The smith said.
"Would it be possible that I can sharpen my weapons? I have been joining nature for quite a while now and it has not done them well." Anuion asked.
"Hm there is a lot of sharpening to be done today I see. Well of course you can. Just give me your weapons and I will see it done." The smith said friendly.

Anuion took the knife out of the sheath on his belt and healed out the sword out of the sheath on his back. He was always very careful with these weapons. The knife had been a gift from his father, Helkahothion, and he treated it like a huge treasure. Which it was in his eyes. The sword was not very special tough. It was just ordinary. A sword often used by elves.
"Be careful with my knife fair lady," Anuion said'" It can not be replaced.

[ May 27, 2003: Message edited by: Helkahothion ]
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01-29-2003, 10:36 AM	#9
Helkahothion Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: The inside of Legolas' lungs Posts: 1,005	Anuion was glad to have reached Dale. The visit to his father was tiring and the travel with the wood trader wasn't very comfortable as well. It would be nice to have a soft bed although no bed could outmatch the one in his elderly home in Mirkwood. As they reached Dale he went over to the inn to rent a room. He stepped in and saw that the inn was pretty quite. "Well, not many people around here" Anuion said to himself. "Tell me about it. Everybody is still working at this hour. There will be more people within the hour." The innkeeper said. "That's a relief. Is there any room I can rent for the night?" Anuion replied. "Of course sir. We don't get many visitors around here. The room will be yours until 3 'o?clock tomorrow afternoon." Anuion went out and walked around Dale. He walked into what looked the town squire. At the smithy he saw a little gathering. An old man, a guard, a worker, the smith herself and his travel companion. He went over and wandered what they where talking about. His knife needed to be sharpened anyway so he had a reason to be there. ?Forgive me, I couldn?t help but listen in on your conversation with the storyteller. Would you mind telling me what it was all about? Not often is a storyteller found in a smith?s forge,? The man said. He went over and the conversation was gone. "Good day, how may I help you?" The smith said. "Would it be possible that I can sharpen my weapons? I have been joining nature for quite a while now and it has not done them well." Anuion asked. "Hm there is a lot of sharpening to be done today I see. Well of course you can. Just give me your weapons and I will see it done." The smith said friendly. Anuion took the knife out of the sheath on his belt and healed out the sword out of the sheath on his back. He was always very careful with these weapons. The knife had been a gift from his father, Helkahothion, and he treated it like a huge treasure. Which it was in his eyes. The sword was not very special tough. It was just ordinary. A sword often used by elves. "Be careful with my knife fair lady," Anuion said'" It can not be replaced. [ May 27, 2003: Message edited by: Helkahothion ] ________ MONDEO V6 ENGINE Last edited by Helkahothion; 03-07-2011 at 03:26 AM.