crusssdaddy wrote:Arbenbard: "Am I of the military? Is there a sword at my side and armor draped from my shoulders? The keen-eyed Elves have all sailed West it seems. Need you one of my candles to see clearly that I am a Man of letters?
"Tend your dead, Elf kin, and be quick about it so we may leave. Consider their deaths to have been in vain and by your hand. I have great love for your kin who have departed these shores, but those left behind are a sad shadow that I would be rid of sooner rather than later."
"Be thankful you carry no sword," says Lmluin
in his softest, coldest tones; "If you did, you would be dead by now."
He turns his back on the fuming seer and returns to the task of rounding up the animals.
in Sindarin: "I say leave this coward to make his own way back to Edhil. Let us see how well his learning serves him alone in the night when the wargs have his scent..."
(O.O.C: No offence, crussdaddy! [img]images/smiley/smiley.png[/img] Arbenbard's
criticisms are not without merit, but his blunt speaking has got Lmluin's
haughty Elvish dander well and truly up!)
the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern
; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch