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Old 02-28-2003, 08:36 AM   #69
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The company gathered there things and left the campsite early in the morning; thanks to the horses which Kaldon had recovered. No one knew what happened to the bandits that had stolen them, but no one really cared either. It was obvious that members of the group had a new respect for the young man, whom they would have described as "cocky" a day before.

They travelled for about a day before they reached Bree. It was a large town, built entirely out of wood with a little stone, and with a tall wall encircling it. The Breelings kept to themselves as the party rolled through the muddy streets (for it was raining), as they were suspicious of outsiders.

After arriving at the inn known as The Prancing Pony, Bali proctured rooms on the second story and stables for the horses and the cart. Once they were put away, the company met in a quiet part of the common room.

"Tomorrow," said Bali, "we will all need to help find and buy supplies for our journey. Until we reach Rivendell there are no establishments, and we will need snoeshows, canvas tents, and a full load of fresh provisions. But tonight we will merely enjoy ourselves. Let us have a good meal and make new friends. I am going to try to get a few more warriors to come with us on the journey, and you are all welcome to also; providing they have a horse (or, in the case of a dwarf, will ride in the wagon). You are all free to do whatever you wish. But make sure you get a good night's rest and are waiting at this table first thing in the morning." The company then dispersed.

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Kaldon looked around. Green cloak, green cloak, where is he? He eventually found the man sitting by the bar. Kaldon went over to him. Ordering a drink casually, he spoke to the man in low tones for a while. The man slipped him a paper, and Kaldon slipped him one in return. The man glanced at it and chuckled. Then he left the bar and disappeared.

Kaldon read the letter. It was from his father, the man attacking Erebor. Kaldon had been brought up in the northern wastlelands, which were fraught with danger. His siblings and mother were dead. He had survived, by wit and the skills his father had taught him. Now he was the warlord's private superweapon, that could go anywhere and do anything he asked. His mission had been to kill Bali at the Green Dragon, but as that had failed he had turned to more suttle means.

Like the forged notice that stated Bali was wanted for robbery in the Shire. That would do the job sure as any would.
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