Sailing Away RPG

[Arawethiel]

Falco sighed wearily in front of the fire. It had been a long day of walking and Falco had been anxious about this shortcut Old Bill was leading them on. What kind of shortcut takes you in the wrong direction he thought. Falco grumbled and rummaged through his little pack for one of his containers of water. His rope and the two containers were still there but all of his other provisions were gone.

Rosie came and plopped down beside him after finishing eating her fish. "Hey Falco any chance I could have a sip of your water?" Rosie asked him. "Of course Rosie, drink as much as you need. I can always refill it from the river." Rosie smiled and took the container of water. After she was finished drinking Falco decided to talk to Rosie about his suspicions of Old Bill.

"Rosie do you think Old Bill is leading us the right way? I mean he has done nothing but grumbled at us since he first met us. I don't think the old man likes hobbits." Falco whispered to Rosie. "What are you talking about Falco? Of course he likes us. Didn't you see how interested he was when Ben was telling him that story?" "The Barrow Downs? Anyone would be intrigued by that story why I remember when my father told me about that old tale. It scared me out of my boots, but I was a young hobbit lad then. Any one with a bit of sense knows there's no such thing as a wight." Falco stated matter of factly. "Old Bill was probably more interested in the treasure than anything else."

Rosie stared at Falco and shook her head at his know it all manner. "Falco there are things in this world that you and I don't know about. After all this is the first time we've been out of the Shire. Who's to say what's real and what isn't." Falco started to open his mouth to argue with her when she held up her hand to shush him. "It doesn't matter anyway Falco because we'll probably never be anywhere near this Barrow Downs to find out who's right. I was wondering if in the morning you'd like to come with me to try the snare again. I'm getting a bit tired of fish." Falco nodded his head and said "Sure Rosie I'll come with you in the morning."

"Good, sleep well Falco." Rosie said and headed off to sleep for the night. Falco sighed and shook his head. Wights what utter foolishness. The only thing they had to worry about was Old Bill not some old tale about ghosts.

[ June 19, 2003: Message edited by: Arawethiel ]