An Audience With The King RPG

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***** DALE-Girion/Rubin *****

Girion's leg burned where the spider's blood had touched it. He stifled a cry of pain as he limped toward Rubin. 'Are you injured?' he asked, looking at his companion closely. Rubin assured him he was not. Noting that the Prince was favoring his right leg, he bade him sit down that he might inspect the wound.

'I fear if I sit, I will not get up - it pains me so.' He leaned back against a tree trunk. 'Just fetch some water, if you please, and I'll clean it off.' Rubin found a container of water and sluiced the wound. It looked fairly clean, and none too deep, once the mixed blood of Girion and the spider had been washed away from it. He bandaged it as best he could with a strip torn from the hem of his cloak. then, supporting Girion, they made their way slowly to where Stonehelm now stood, speaking with one of his men, Frain.

Standing a little apart, Girion waited until the King had finished giving direction, then addressed him. 'My thanks to you and your brave warriors, Sir.' He inclined his head in a gesture of respect toward the King. Shifting uncomfortably on his painful leg he moved closer to the Dwarf. 'I fear I cannot be of much assistance in the recovery of your goods and our possessions and food, but I will send my man to assist you as you wish.' He looked at Stonehelm, wondering how his next statement might be received. 'I heard you say that you and your party will still push on to Minas Anor. That is also my desire, that Dale be represented before King Elessar. Time grows short for the rest of our journey. And the Elves, it appears, are in disarray. I fear we might not count on them now. Will you and your men allow us to continue the journey with you? Once we make it to the Ford, trading allies of Dale will supply us with what is needed to make our way down the Great River.' He stepped back, and nodded once again to the King, allowing him time to speak with his men as to their opinions.

Rubin had approached Hringa while Girion spoke with the King. 'What do you say we gather a large amount of wood and kindling, Sir Dwarf? If we build a large fire here in the center of this small clearing, and sit ringed about it, with our faces and weapons toward the coming darkness, we might safely pass through the night.'