In the Footsteps of the Grey Company RPG

[the real findorfin]

Gorthroth pondered the news from his servant.

"Follow," he commanded and, turning, moved off down the passage. Rysha followed at a distance.

As he glided through the passageways he thought things through. Dwarves and Men...coming into these tunnels meant only one thing. They came seeking treasure, as others had done. They now lay dead, but they had been in ones or twos.

Gorthroth came into his cave and glided across to a large stone throne. He sat and pondered further.

"How many are there?" he asked Rysha, who was knelt at a fair distance.

"Eigth or so," came the reply.

"Hmmm. Come closer."

Rysha shuddered, Gorthroth could see and sense her fear. But she followed his command and knelt before him. He stretched out his hand as if to touch her face and he saw her instinct to recoil being quashed by her mind. He smiled beneath his hooded robes and withdrew his hand.

"Go to Cersed! Tell her of this group. We may be of some mutual use."

Rysha rose and quickly shuffled out of the cavern.

"So, dwarves and men come to raid my domain. We shall see!"