Prisoner of Númenor RPG

[Meneltarmacil]

Having been briefed on where to go for more information, Thoronmir saddled his horse and rode off. He reached Abârpânarú’s house after a short time. Upon entering, he found that everyone appeared to be worried about a man who had just arrived.

Thoronmir recognized him as someone he'd seen before from time to time, although the only thing he knew was that the man did not support the king and was suspicious of most people.

“I wouldn't worry too much about this man. I don't know him that well, but I can tell you he's no friend of the King,” Thoronmir said.

“Council member Sakaladûn?” he asked, eyeing Thoronmir suspiciously. “I had always heard you were going to be executed. Is that really you?”

“I was lucky enough to have good connections elsewhere,” Thoronmir explained, though the other man still did not appear to trust him. “So what is going on here?” Thoronmir addressed everyone else, whom he mostly knew already. “I heard a little about the situation earlier, but I still don’t know exactly how everything happened.”