<Walks up late to the conversation, carrying a poor, sick, bloodied Warg in his arms...>
Sorry I am late oh Lord Eomer! I recieved notice of this thread and immediately ran to be by your side, however, I was waylaid upon the road! A rather foolish old man thought it would be funny to throw pinecones at Phillipo here and myself as we rode unaware under a pine tree...
After a brief halt to lick our wounds, we continued valiantly on to this great warg-moot!
Alas! For once again we were attacked as we journeyed southwards... cruel, tall men, looking somewhat like yourself hacked at us! It was only through the cunning and strength of Phillipo here that we were able to fight our way through to you.
I Osse, lord of storms, pledge to thee!
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