The Threat of the Trees: RPG

[Manardariel]

Suprised, Anarya looked at the stranger. It was certainly not a common thing to see a stranger in Isengard, and least of all places in her forge!

"Greetings, Sir. Can I help you?" She approached him unsurely. There was something quite... extraordinary around him. He seemed not quite human, and full of light. Maybe he was one of the king´s folks. Or maybe even an elf?

"Greetings" The man said. "I understand you keep the best forge here in town?" Proudly, Anarya nodded. "Good." He didn´t say more. Just "Good." Then he gave her a knowing, challenging look. She felt that he was looking right through her. Like he was expecting her to already know what he was going to tell her. This was getting mysterious, and out of hand. Anarya decided to end it. Buisisnesslike, she put her hands to her sides an looked back at him.

"What do you need? I can make you about anything, but you do have to tell me first." She looked at him, waiting for an answer.

[ May 11, 2003: Message edited by: Manardariel ]