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Gandalf_theGrey · 07-17-2002, 10:33 PM

* Gandalf smiled and applauded Birdland's song. It was a silly little ditty, and for that reason, entirely enjoyable! * Very good, Birdie! As a poor reward for your efforts, please allow me to cover the cost of your wine and supper this evening. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]

* Watching Bethberry watching the flames, Gandalf sent a thin stream of smoke from his fingertips into the fireplace, changing the colors of the flames from purple to green to blue. * Am glad to hear you're recovering, my dear Bombadil friend.

* Relaxed at being in such good company, Gandalf told the sought-after tale. * Maladil's Castle ... abandoned, crumbling, home now to wild things and worse, according to whispered rumor. Some precious metals to be found within, along with the rare herbs growing outside as I already mentioned. Not a place for the inexperienced to venture ... nor even a good Ranger, should he be alone. Now is that a story worthy of seedcake and pipeleaf? I leave it to you to judge. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]

* At the mention of "precious metals" ... two wide eyes gleamed from a nearby table where a lone country Hobbit had crept to sit alone and listen to the assorted Big Folk. Podo Cotton of Overhill had just earned himself a tidy sum of gold on his last business trip away South, but was always happy to hear talk on the subject of riches to be had. At that moment, a servant came to take Podo's order. * Preciou ... er, ah, pretzels, yes, that's what I meant! Pretzels it is, then! And a pint of beer.

07-17-2002, 10:33 PM	#11
Gandalf_theGrey Visionary Spirit Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 633	* Gandalf smiled and applauded Birdland's song. It was a silly little ditty, and for that reason, entirely enjoyable! * Very good, Birdie! As a poor reward for your efforts, please allow me to cover the cost of your wine and supper this evening. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] * Watching Bethberry watching the flames, Gandalf sent a thin stream of smoke from his fingertips into the fireplace, changing the colors of the flames from purple to green to blue. * Am glad to hear you're recovering, my dear Bombadil friend. * Relaxed at being in such good company, Gandalf told the sought-after tale. * Maladil's Castle ... abandoned, crumbling, home now to wild things and worse, according to whispered rumor. Some precious metals to be found within, along with the rare herbs growing outside as I already mentioned. Not a place for the inexperienced to venture ... nor even a good Ranger, should he be alone. Now is that a story worthy of seedcake and pipeleaf? I leave it to you to judge. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] * At the mention of "precious metals" ... two wide eyes gleamed from a nearby table where a lone country Hobbit had crept to sit alone and listen to the assorted Big Folk. Podo Cotton of Overhill had just earned himself a tidy sum of gold on his last business trip away South, but was always happy to hear talk on the subject of riches to be had. At that moment, a servant came to take Podo's order. * Preciou ... er, ah, pretzels, yes, that's what I meant! Pretzels it is, then! And a pint of beer.