[Deorlin]

Deorlin smiled back at Sadbh's joke. "True enough, Sadbh. A 'dry' ale would be a rarity indeed. But my thirst is great enough, that I feel I could down a gallon of whatever brew they serve up here."

As they left the stable, a young woman, half hidden in shadow, called out to sadbh by name. After introductions were made, he greted Achae with a friendly nod of the head. He continued on into the inn, as Sadbh fell back a step to speak with her countrywoman. Passing in through the doorway, Deorlin glanced around. Spotting a table with three empty seats around it, he walked over and sat, trying to catch the eye of one of the busy barmaids who were scurrying back and forth with food and drink.

It had been a good hour or so since he had first tried, vainly, to order a meal. This time he was determined to stay put until something hot and something wet were placed before him. The two Daleswomen seated themselves at the table just as a small hobbit passed by, offering free drinks and stew! Quickly, before any could stop him, Deorlin grabbed three bowls and passed them around. The hobbit smiled and handed him three pints of ale. Deorlin quaffed his in one sip and reached for another. "I'm a little bit thirsty." he said, apologetically, as even the friendly hobbit looked somewhat taken aback.

His thirst somewhat abated, the young Rohhirim fell to on the stew. It was hot and fragrant and delicious! Sadbh and Achae hesitated, staring at him as he gulped huge spoonfuls down. Then, with understanding grins, they too began to eat.

At last coming up for air, Deorlin began to hear the chatter flying through the air. What was this? Someone speaking of Gondor - Minas Tirith under siege? And talk of the peole of Rohan riding to their aid?

"Did you hear that?" he asked his companions. "Have you heard any news of Gondor - is it true - has the Dark Lord made his move at last?"

[ December 21, 2002: Message edited by: Deorlin ]