Daethaur had heard many things in only a few hours. There were many tales being told and plans being made; A dragon was burning some distant land in the East(near Helcar, from the sound of it), The Naugrim were planning an expedition to a place called Dwimorberg, and there were rumors of a Seer in the far south. Not to mention whispers about a Dark Lord(not Melkor, he was now sure) and the mention of a distant land called Khand.
He had many questions, and there was sure to be someone knowledgable here, of all places. So Daethaur rose from his chair and walked to the table with the three female Moriquendi. "Can you tell me what year, or month, or Age it is, and what is going on in the world?", he asked the one called Nahai.
(OOC: Please excuse my character's First Age wording, he's been hiding under a mountain for ten thousand years)
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