The man and dwarf talked about many things relating to their proposed journey; provisions, routes, and other things of that sort. At last they came to the most important part of their plan: creating a group of warriors to go with them on their journey.
"I will put a notice in this fine inn to aid our cause," said Bali. "We shall need every warrior we can get."
"It sounds like a reasonable idea," said Eruantalon. "I will have a look around the inn and see who I can recruit."
As Bali stood, he noticed a new face among the people near the bar. A young elf with long blond hair, obviously from the race of the elves of Mirkwood.
There was something about him that intrigued Bali, either the fine bow and longsword he carried, or prehaps his stance. And then the light dawned on him.
It cannot be...
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