The Summons RPG

[Himaran]

When Elleraden rose early the next morning, the sun was barely peaking out over the broad trees of eastern Mirkwood. Taking a deep breath of the fresh forest air, the ranger was satisfied that he was ready for the journey.

Dressing himself appropriately for the start of the long trek, Elleraden hurried over to the lodge for breakfast. He found Aravir there already, sipping a mug of hot tea and enjoying a sizeable platter of roasted potatoes and bacon.

"All set for the trip, Elleraden?"
"As prepared as possibly, I suppose. Did you leave any for the rest of us?"

Eyeing his large meal, the ranger concealed his smile and played along. "Well, the cook mentioned that he saved some of yesterday's stew. No doubt he would give you a bowel, or two even."

Grimacing at the memory of the truely horrible soup, Elleraden hurried to recieve his fill from the morning's menu. He soon returned with a serving equal in size to that of his friend's.