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Snowdog · 05-08-2003, 11:29 AM

Signing the Inn log with his nearly unreadable Tengwar scrawl, the style was closest to that of the northern Dúnedain, he put Fornost down this time. Looking at the innkeeper, he nodded and said,

'Thank you, it will only be for one night.'

...and he walked slowly toward the fireplace where she had pointed.

The din of converse in the common room was hushed when a wounded woman came through the door and fell to the floor. Silvanis paused as others rushed to her aid, then continued to the table. Moving the chair to the side of the hearth, he removed the wet cloak and lay it out to hopefully dry by the fire. Sitting and sipping the ale... it was refreshing since it had been months since he had any, he savoured the taste and settled to relax. The sound of a hot meal not cooked by himself in the wild was appealing, and a good cleaning and bed will be a welcome change to the spots of sleep he was used to.

Silvanis brushed back his long greying hair with one hand while the other dug inside his vest to find his pipe and a tattered leafbag. Digging out a little and slipping it back, He turned to the fireplace and searched the floor for a wood splinter. Finding a long skinny dropping from a log long since burned, he held it in the base coals until it ignited and used it tl light his pipe. A cloud arose about him, though it didn't smell very good. What he had to smoke was some crude wild galenas he found on a south slope in Rhuadur, obviously an attempt to cultivate the leaf from a Shire strain. Surely he could get some decent SouthFarthing Leaf here, but until then it would do.

Listening and watching unconcerned the activity surounding the sick girl, his eyes watched out for other goings on in the room. He noted the innkeeper and her questions. such curiosity she had, and one had to be careful in a place like this as to what was said, especially after a few ales. The thought caused Silvanis to pause his hand as he went to drink a mouthfull of ale, and instead it was tempered into another sip. Relaxing back, he would wait for the mid day meal and though he was silent he did take note the activities around and the words spoken by the awakening woman.

Yes, the north was a hard place, and the evil lingered much there. Her brother would have to be both cunning and strong to survive long there. Her words did perk his interest, though he didn't show it. For there was strange callings several nights when he traversed the Twilight Hills. He may have to talk with her about her trek, but later, after shem and himself, rests from the long hard road.

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05-08-2003, 11:29 AM	#11
Snowdog Emperor of the South Pole Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: The Western Shore of Lake Evendim Posts: 646	Signing the Inn log with his nearly unreadable Tengwar scrawl, the style was closest to that of the northern Dúnedain, he put Fornost down this time. Looking at the innkeeper, he nodded and said, 'Thank you, it will only be for one night.' ...and he walked slowly toward the fireplace where she had pointed. The din of converse in the common room was hushed when a wounded woman came through the door and fell to the floor. Silvanis paused as others rushed to her aid, then continued to the table. Moving the chair to the side of the hearth, he removed the wet cloak and lay it out to hopefully dry by the fire. Sitting and sipping the ale... it was refreshing since it had been months since he had any, he savoured the taste and settled to relax. The sound of a hot meal not cooked by himself in the wild was appealing, and a good cleaning and bed will be a welcome change to the spots of sleep he was used to. Silvanis brushed back his long greying hair with one hand while the other dug inside his vest to find his pipe and a tattered leafbag. Digging out a little and slipping it back, He turned to the fireplace and searched the floor for a wood splinter. Finding a long skinny dropping from a log long since burned, he held it in the base coals until it ignited and used it tl light his pipe. A cloud arose about him, though it didn't smell very good. What he had to smoke was some crude wild galenas he found on a south slope in Rhuadur, obviously an attempt to cultivate the leaf from a Shire strain. Surely he could get some decent SouthFarthing Leaf here, but until then it would do. Listening and watching unconcerned the activity surounding the sick girl, his eyes watched out for other goings on in the room. He noted the innkeeper and her questions. such curiosity she had, and one had to be careful in a place like this as to what was said, especially after a few ales. The thought caused Silvanis to pause his hand as he went to drink a mouthfull of ale, and instead it was tempered into another sip. Relaxing back, he would wait for the mid day meal and though he was silent he did take note the activities around and the words spoken by the awakening woman. Yes, the north was a hard place, and the evil lingered much there. Her brother would have to be both cunning and strong to survive long there. Her words did perk his interest, though he didn't show it. For there was strange callings several nights when he traversed the Twilight Hills. He may have to talk with her about her trek, but later, after shem and himself, rests from the long hard road. [ May 08, 2003: Message edited by: Snowdog ]