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Dunwen · 11-10-2007, 01:01 AM

Breathing a quiet sigh of relief that Farmer Mugwort had decided to step in and apply a little common sense to the discussion, Sam loosely cupped his near-empty tankard in his hands and stared at it while he pondered. He still doubted that one of the Bree-folk was behind the attacks, but clearly several of the others did.

'We don't need any more stories, we need to see what really happened,' he thought. The young hobbit frowned in concentration as he tried to recall some of the talk swapped by customers at the smithy over the last weeks. One name jumped into his mind all of a sudden and he looked around at the others and cleared his throat.

"Edin Cengal might be a good one to talk to," he began uncertainly. "He lives in Bree, but he farms outside of town, and his place was hit twice. He comes to the forge every once in awhile to get something mended, and he seems like a sensible sort. The thing is, I'm no more than a nodding acquiantace. I'm willing to go talk to him, but if anybody here is a friend of his, it might be better if one of them asked him about what happened."

His blue eyed glance rested on the face of each of the others hopefully.

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11-10-2007, 01:01 AM	#11
Dunwen Wight Join Date: Aug 2005 Posts: 107	Breathing a quiet sigh of relief that Farmer Mugwort had decided to step in and apply a little common sense to the discussion, Sam loosely cupped his near-empty tankard in his hands and stared at it while he pondered. He still doubted that one of the Bree-folk was behind the attacks, but clearly several of the others did. 'We don't need any more stories, we need to see what really happened,' he thought. The young hobbit frowned in concentration as he tried to recall some of the talk swapped by customers at the smithy over the last weeks. One name jumped into his mind all of a sudden and he looked around at the others and cleared his throat. "Edin Cengal might be a good one to talk to," he began uncertainly. "He lives in Bree, but he farms outside of town, and his place was hit twice. He comes to the forge every once in awhile to get something mended, and he seems like a sensible sort. The thing is, I'm no more than a nodding acquiantace. I'm willing to go talk to him, but if anybody here is a friend of his, it might be better if one of them asked him about what happened." His blue eyed glance rested on the face of each of the others hopefully.