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Regin Hardhammer · 05-11-2005, 06:33 PM

Azarmanô stared at Marsillion a while and thought about the questions that he had raised. When he answered, he did so in a low voice so as not to attract the attention of the other men, particularly those whom he was speaking. The party had many dangers that threatened it from the outside; they could not risk having an internal rift split it from within.

“Yes, we must certainly approach Thoronmir and warn him against making such an impetuous decision in the future. Our chief goal must be to complete our mission alive, avoiding conflict if possible. The easiest way to Armenelos is not through bow and axe but stealth and cunning. I worry that some members of our party seem to forget that.

As for Abârzadan, he is more of an enigma to me now then he was at the start of our journey. He seems always dower and bitter, rarely speaking to anyone or attempting to strike up any sort of camaraderie with the other men. He seems distant in a way, separate from the rest of the group, as though he does not belong. Surely he is not of the Faithful, yet still he risks his life trying to save our leader. I have not seen very much of his face since the Faithful incident, but whenever I do see him, his countenance has been filled with disgust. In my heart I do not completely trust him, yet I can not bring myself to confront him. Perhaps it would be best for us to leave his history undiscovered. I do not think he would betray us, for he could have done so already. He is not dangerous as much as he is puzzling.”

Azarmanô yawned and blinked repeatedly, the weight of sleep resting in his eyelids. The day had been a long and eventful one, perhaps too long and eventful for Azarmanô’s taste. He hoped sincerely that tomorrow would be much more boring and commonplace than today: one close encounter with dying had been quite sufficient. He would be happy if he did not see another man of the king’s guard for the duration of the journey, although he had a sinking feeling that they would meet quite a few of them before all was said and done.

He focused his attention back on Marsillion and said, “I grow weary from our long day. I will go back to my tent now and we shall approach Marsillion together tomorrow morning and speak to him about his rash actions. I think it best if we keep a close eye on Abârzadan for now.”

He bid Marsillion a good night and returned to his tent, falling asleep as soon as he had burrowed into his warm bag.

05-11-2005, 06:33 PM	#43
Regin Hardhammer Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Tumunzahar/Nogrod Posts: 364	Azarmanô stared at Marsillion a while and thought about the questions that he had raised. When he answered, he did so in a low voice so as not to attract the attention of the other men, particularly those whom he was speaking. The party had many dangers that threatened it from the outside; they could not risk having an internal rift split it from within. “Yes, we must certainly approach Thoronmir and warn him against making such an impetuous decision in the future. Our chief goal must be to complete our mission alive, avoiding conflict if possible. The easiest way to Armenelos is not through bow and axe but stealth and cunning. I worry that some members of our party seem to forget that. As for Abârzadan, he is more of an enigma to me now then he was at the start of our journey. He seems always dower and bitter, rarely speaking to anyone or attempting to strike up any sort of camaraderie with the other men. He seems distant in a way, separate from the rest of the group, as though he does not belong. Surely he is not of the Faithful, yet still he risks his life trying to save our leader. I have not seen very much of his face since the Faithful incident, but whenever I do see him, his countenance has been filled with disgust. In my heart I do not completely trust him, yet I can not bring myself to confront him. Perhaps it would be best for us to leave his history undiscovered. I do not think he would betray us, for he could have done so already. He is not dangerous as much as he is puzzling.” Azarmanô yawned and blinked repeatedly, the weight of sleep resting in his eyelids. The day had been a long and eventful one, perhaps too long and eventful for Azarmanô’s taste. He hoped sincerely that tomorrow would be much more boring and commonplace than today: one close encounter with dying had been quite sufficient. He would be happy if he did not see another man of the king’s guard for the duration of the journey, although he had a sinking feeling that they would meet quite a few of them before all was said and done. He focused his attention back on Marsillion and said, “I grow weary from our long day. I will go back to my tent now and we shall approach Marsillion together tomorrow morning and speak to him about his rash actions. I think it best if we keep a close eye on Abârzadan for now.” He bid Marsillion a good night and returned to his tent, falling asleep as soon as he had burrowed into his warm bag. Last edited by piosenniel; 06-19-2005 at 02:38 PM.