The Hills of Evendim RPG

[Alatariel Telemnar]

Finëwen watched as everyone else bickered about who shall lead the group. Finëwen herself did not want to lead, still in the early years of her life. She felt the leader should have experience and knowledge on leading. Some things she had not yet experienced.

Some ale had splattered onto her arm, and after wiping it off, her arm felt rather sticky. She attempted to get it un-sticky by rubbing her coat on it, but her attempt proved unsuccessful and she gave up. There would be a stream along the way in which she could. Finëwen watched as the hobbit drenched in ale began to dry slowly, and must have thought how sticky he was. He seemed a little annoyed. Finëwen watched as everyone glanced around at each other.

Finëwen herself was a wee bit confuzed on how this was going to be handled. She waited patiently for someone to speak up and decide, or claim leadership themselves.

[ October 28, 2003: Message edited by: Alatariel Telemnar ]