An Audience With The King RPG

[Aylwen Dreamsong]

^^^^^^Erebor/Lonely Mountain^^^^^^

Frain grumbled a little as Burin wrapped a string of cloth bandages around his broken arm. Frain chuckled though, for his right arm was broken, but he was left-handed.

He grieved for Glaven's death, a little. He thought back to an hour ago when he and Glaven were standing next to each other. He heard the rumbling of the falling wagon, and jumped far enough to only get a broken arm. Glaven, however, turned around to see instead of getting out of the way. Oh well, Glaven was a good dwarf, but he was dead weight. Frain thought ruefully.

Frain decided to walk around a bit after he was all wrapped up. He wanted to inspect the damage. The wagon would need some repairing, but nothing serious. Frain walked over to where Hringa sat, rubbing his knee.

Are you alright? Let me see that... Frain said as he inspected the knee. Just as I thought. It's a little twisted. Frain got up and talked to Burin, and the dwarf hurriedly trotted over to the servant.

Nothing to serious, save poor Glaven, reported Frain to the King.

The king merely stared as though in a dream, and the two walked a while together, helping where they could.

[ October 04, 2002: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]