Here There Be Dragons - RPG

[piosenniel]

Rôg

Rôg stepped away from his tent and made for the center of the camp. His escort followed along at a discrete distance occasionally nodding with his head to give direction when Rôg looked back for confirmation. Round one of the middle tents, a number of people were gathered, including two men who stood guard without. ‘Who is in there?’ Rôg asked, motioning his escort to come near. Unlike the men who stood on alert outside the tent, Rôg’s escort bore no weapon.

‘Strangers, like you,’ the man said, standing quite near, his eyes narrowed at the tent. ‘But unlike you,’ he said with a half smile, ‘they may be dangerous.’ Rôg laughed at the man’s assessment of him, and was about to say something in return, when he spied Aiwendil coming toward him. Rôg raised his hand, catching the old man’s attention, and moved forward to meet him. His step faltered for a moment, the greeting dying on his lips, as a man burst from the guarded tent. The guards drew their swords, surprised at the suddenness of the movement. And Rôg heard the man yell out, ‘Radagast!’ as he moved toward the old man.

With a speed that surprised his escort, Rôg ran to stand between Aiwendil and the man, barring the way as he stuck out his arm to fend off the stranger. ‘You know this man, Aiwendil?’ he asked, not taking his eyes off Mithadan.