"I am Ransley, Ranger from Arnor. Come, friend, make yourself comfortable. I was not expecting company tonight but I could perhaps make you something if you'd wish." Ransley watches the dwarf, a bit odd looking for one he had to admit, make his way into his camp. Once the dwarf was seated and the fish split between the two, Ransley began to study the dwarf. Apparently the dwarf did not adapt to wilderness to well. Ransley, over the years had become part of it.
"Tell me Thin-Gloomy, where do you come from and what business brings you here?" The ranger pauses for a moment, the dwarf did not seem all that comfortable so he decided to speak of himself first. "As I said, I am Ransley, Ranger from Arnor. Not too long back I recieved a message in a bottle of win, odd as it sounds. That message spoke of a quest and I, one with nought else to do, set off on this quest. It is not the money that interests me though."
Ransley stopped. He had meant to speak more but decided against it. He leaned in closer to the dwarf and spoke in a hushed voice. "I suspect there is a stupid elf, who goes by the name Eoln, sneaking about here. I do not wish my true intent to be known by him yet." Ransley then sat back in his position, offering the dwarf a warm smile.
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