Castle Maladil - RPG

[*Varda*]

Poppy sat quietly by the fire, resting, while Bethberry handed round some refreshing lemon balm tea. However, she sat up a little more when she noticed an elf arrive. He had obviously come from a long battle, as his cloak was dirty and covered in earth.

Not that she could comment on appearances, she thought wryly, looking down at her bare, earth stained feet, and the gash in her short trousers from falling down the hole. She would really need to clean up at some point, but as yet had no opportunity, as Menelduliniel would not allow her to try and stand, much as Poppy was adamant that she was perfectly capable. Menelduliniel had just laughed and commented on stubborn hobbits.

After observing the newcomer’s entrance, Poppy settled down and continued to drink her tea, paying less attention to the goings-on around her. Andreth had finished setting up the lean-to, and Poppy couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed they wouldn’t be moving on as soon as she had hoped, as she commented to Menelduliniel