Melcildir walked slowly into the room. His light leather boots made no sound as he entered, but by some knowing instinct, the man sitting at the table glanced up and continued with his work. Looking around, Melcildir spotted the man at the table and headed in that direction.
"I am here to join the search party; my name is Melcildir," he said bowing. "For too long I have been idle," he continued, patting the hilt of the sword by his side. "A sword is not very useful when there is no enemy to fight, so I supose I must seek the enemy myself."
The man introduced himself as Bordarigorn. Eyeing Melcildir he said,"This mission is not for those only wishing for adventure. There is a very good possibility you will never return. How are your fighting skills?"
Melcildir waited a moment before replying. It was true he was not the most excellent swordsman, but he felt himself capable of the task.
"I am a master archer and fight best with a bow and my daggers." These he produced from under his long silvery-grey cloak. The handles were polished white wood, as if to resemble ivory. The long blades were of a strange blackish metal that reflected the light and cast glittering rainbows on the walls. "Very pretty things they are," he said as he put them back into his belt.
"Indeed they are," the man said quietly. "But how are your skills with a sword?"
"At need, I can fight well with my sword," Melcildir replied. "But..." he paused. Really he had never used his long sword in combat. His foes never usually lived past his arrows. This he told Bordarigorn. The man nodded and said,"On this quest there may be no time for arrows."
Melcildir looked into the man's eyes confidently. "Then I will rob a few Orcs of their heads before all is done," he replied with a grin.
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