On Patrol (Continued from Let's Go to the Prancing Pony) - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Birdland · 07-21-2002, 04:48 PM

Birdie listened to the pointed questions and none-too-subtle hints of the loquacious Podo Cotton of Overhill. Occasionally she let out a soft snore of a human sleeping off her cups, while trying to hear whatever curt answers Gandalf chose to give to the inquisitive halfling. Birdie never really fell asleep in a common room of an pub, not after that unfortunate incident at the Forsaken Inn six years ago.

Podo was an *** , that much was clear. Knowing nothing of the world outside of his sheltered Overhill, though he pretended to a worldliness he did not possess. You had to walk with your eyes and ears open to learn about the world and the people in it, and when this Mr. Cotton walked, he saw only himself. And he had a most unbecoming interest in treasure and easy pickings. All-in-all, one of the more unpleasant examples of a generally pleasant race.

But Bird had to wonder why Gandalf would introduce the tale of the Castle Maladil and its "treasures" in the first place. Could he be talking up this Old Wives tale in order to distract attention from the gathering of Rangers around the inn?

Bird decided it would be a good night to sleep under the stars. She might hear or see something while in Ent form. And she needed to save her silver pennies, anyway.

[ July 21, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]

07-21-2002, 04:48 PM	#11
Birdland Ghastly Neekerbreeker Join Date: Dec 2001 Location: the banks of the mighty Scioto Posts: 1,751	Birdie listened to the pointed questions and none-too-subtle hints of the loquacious Podo Cotton of Overhill. Occasionally she let out a soft snore of a human sleeping off her cups, while trying to hear whatever curt answers Gandalf chose to give to the inquisitive halfling. Birdie never really fell asleep in a common room of an pub, not after that unfortunate incident at the Forsaken Inn six years ago. Podo was an *** , that much was clear. Knowing nothing of the world outside of his sheltered Overhill, though he pretended to a worldliness he did not possess. You had to walk with your eyes and ears open to learn about the world and the people in it, and when this Mr. Cotton walked, he saw only himself. And he had a most unbecoming interest in treasure and easy pickings. All-in-all, one of the more unpleasant examples of a generally pleasant race. But Bird had to wonder why Gandalf would introduce the tale of the Castle Maladil and its "treasures" in the first place. Could he be talking up this Old Wives tale in order to distract attention from the gathering of Rangers around the inn? Bird decided it would be a good night to sleep under the stars. She might hear or see something while in Ent form. And she needed to save her silver pennies, anyway. [ July 21, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]