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			I can.  I have a lot of work due soon, so obviously my participation will improve.   
		
		
		
		
		
		
			   I'll post tonight.
		
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			So I have posted at last. It's nothing very special in the end, but at least we have also the evaluation of Athanar's speech from a little bit different point of view  
		
		
		
		
		
		
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	"Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories  | 
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			After seeing Groin's post: I shouldn't have maybe said that  
		
		
		
		
		
		
			   
		
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	"Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories  | 
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			So how 'bout that 'tonight'?  I got distracted and forgot until right this second...  Blah.  Um...  I'll post soon.  Yeah...
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			
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			Whoa Groin!  
		
		
		
		
		
		
			![]() Has Lithor been secretly drinking before the banquet? I went through a few different scenarios in my mind on what Lithor was actually trying to achieve and found no credible ones for a veteran soldier... except stating out aloud a point of resistance. The local soldiers / Thornden need to do a lot to appease lord Athanar to show leniency after all Lithor said / how he said it. But especially, if there is a snare of any kind that actually works on someone, it will probably be court marshall for Lithor. After his own 12-year old daughter was beaten by the local "mob", lord Athanar is not in a mood to be easy or understanding with the locals any more if there is such a foolery... From his POV he was already too soft in letting the fate of his daughter to go unpunished - and he did that to show he can give in so that the locals would also give in, in turn. If lenience doesn't work, then it must be the tough way, and in an instant. Any hesitation by the leader, all time to chew and to speculate by the subjects, diminishes the authority. Any military leader knows that. Any trap working on someone would cause a full fight - or at least the beginnings of it. And the original MH soldiers will be 1 against 2 at the best - and having like a dozen of king Eomer's personal guards at place they can't actually claim any advance in quality either... lord Athanar's and lord Eodwine's "personal guards" should be about even in quality & quantity, but king Eomer's men should be the best there are in the whole of Rohan... Whatever... lord Athanar will not tolerate being called "quests" in the Mead Hall he has been given to rule by king's decree... so he will intervene indeed, in a way or another. *needs to think* ADD: Sorry, I totally forgot to say this trying to just make it fast to get into answering... fun post Groin! Makes this more interesting once again! 
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			Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet... Last edited by Nogrod; 11-24-2009 at 04:35 PM.  | 
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			Lithor has apparently been possessed by the unborn spirit of American folk hero Davy Crockett.
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			
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		 Quote: 
	
 ![]() Or then he just has drunk too much... ![]() Post coming in a minute... 
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			Sorry, Nogrod, I should have warned you - but we just crossed and the circumstances have been complicated. You might need to edit your post a bit. Apologies.
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			
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			Hey Gwath! 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			(we posted at the same minute!!!) ![]() *sees the cross-post post* No problem. I can accumulate your reaction into my post so no need to change anything! 
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			Changed... It should suit fine I think.
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			
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