[WarBringer]

A young man trudged down the road, rain-stained cloak draped over his body. At his side, he gripped his long Ranger sword, Raukorist. It had been a long time since Valthalion had ventured into the Green Dragon, almost a year. It was simply not in his nature to linger in one place for too long, but when he saw the Inn afire on that night long ago, he had been compelled to help. Now, after almost a year of hunting and fighting in the North alongside King Elessar's elite rangers, the youth desired a rest at one of his favorite places.

As he strode into the Inn, Valthalion bumped into a man. He wore rich, dark clothes and was well groomed and clean shaven. Valthalion was about to apologize, when he recognized the man. He could not believe his eyes! It was Snaveling, the very man whom he had ran into at the Inn fire, and with whom he had feuded with for weeks. But something was different...He looked noble, strong even. When the two had last met, Snaveling had been a sneaking crook who was simply looking for loot while others battled the blaze. Now he was dressed as Valthalion had dressed for ceremony in Elessar's realm.

"Hail, Snaveling! It's been a long time", said Valthalion. Despite his best efforts, his teeth clenched.

"Indeed Valthalion, I had wondered where you had gotten to", he replied.

"Forgive me, Snaveling, but how is it that you came by such rich raiment. When we last met, you looked different. What has happened?"

Snaveling stared at him, and began to tell what had happened to him...