The door of the Green Dragon swung open and a tall man walked in. He passed the small tables of hobbits and other creatures on his way to the back. He glanced out of his hood and spotted Flirean. He walked suspicously towards him and sat down without a word.
"Do you have the message?" asked Flirean. "The soldiers are dead." Blirean replied. "How are you so sure?" said Flirean. "Do not question my words Flirean, for I am your brother. My speech comes from the mouth of the king of Gondor himself."
Flirean sat wordlessly. "Do not be ashamed for you are my kin and 'tis my job to lecture you." said Blirean. "Well if that is all then I will be on my way to tell Berillean." He kissed his brother on the forehead and left the Green Dragon without another word.
[ April 07, 2003: Message edited by: Iarbarion ]
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