Elendor
The Voice of Opposition
Ranor is speaking out against his thane in public when first Siv comes by, and then Hilvar. They argue and Ranor ends up punching Hilvar.
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Location: Erebor
Description: What is this? Ranor is actually.. working?? The Bundazanul with the straw-colored hair and beard is standing at a table with some of his carved wood pieces, talking animatedly with a couple of dwarves. His face is still showing a few faint signs of bruising, a bit of discoloration around his left eye and some thin scratches. ".. and nothing has been done.. no. It is distressing, but I'm sure Braldor is just so terribly busy dealing with this feud that small internal matters slip his mind." The dwarf is speaking in a casual tone.
[Siv(#24218)] Siv is hurrying through the hall, a large bundle of leather in her arms. She passes by the table where Ranor works at her usual brisk pace, only to pull up short to a stop. "Ranor....do you have a moment?"
"Though.. Balur.. watch out for him. Was his son that did this to me and if our thane is too busy to see to the small folk..." Ranor trails off in his words as his blue eyes lazily wander over to Siv. He gives her a cool smile then looks back to the other two dwarves, "And what is going on with this clan feud? Seems the thane ought to be telling us." The other two dwarves nod in agreement, both glancing over at Siv and one nods his head curteously until the other whispers 'Zinbar!' harshly into his ear and they both scowl at her.
Ranor frowns, "Now now, don't come down too hard on Siv. It was Balur's daughter that made the claims. Who knows how Braldor and Balur benefit from all this nonsense? Two of the richest dwarves in the clan.. Tsk. Siv is just a victim."
[Siv(#24218)] "Ranor, did you give...." Siv starts in quite directly, then hesitates, squinting at the dwarf's bruises. "Balur beat you up? or his son did, rather? Whatever for?" She seems to be just ignoring the fact that Ranor's clan isn't supposed to be speaking to Zinbar--or at least she gives the scowling dwarves a look that could melt ice.
One of the dwarves gives Ranor a critical eye, muttering about disloyalty, but Ranor quickly counters. "No.. I simply pay attention. Thari assaulted someone, yet Thari is not in jail. And now there's a clan feud and anyone that has acting against Balur or his children is brushed under a rug. Ask Siv here. I'm certain she's received no apology for her suffering. Oh.. right, we're not allowed to -speak- with the Zinbar. Inconvenient for finding the truth, is it not?" Ranor reaches to pick up a steaming mug, taking a slow sip with a faint glance at Siv.
"I'm not speaking with you I'm speaking at you," Siv snaps in reply. "And yes, it _is_ very convenient, isn't it. Do you know that to this day Thari or anyone else for that matter has yet to tell me what it is I allegedly said about her. Very convenient now that there's a clan feud and noone can talk,' she continues, growing bitter. "And meantime, Hildis is in jail. Ranor, I need to know--you gave Hildis a note to deliver? "
"Then again.." Ranor says, his eyes narrowing at Siv in anger before they slide back to his companions. "Perhaps Braldor knows what he's doing? I just think more ought to be questioning our thane and his methods. We elected him in, after all. I think he forgets that his position need not be permanent." Another slow sip.
Siv's head tilt. "Well, she said to say hello to your wife at least...." she replies in some confusion. "In any case, this whole thing is just blown out of proportion if you ask me. I've said all along that all I need from Thari is an apology--and an explanation of what offense I gave her. If there is something I need to correct, I will gladly do it. This whole clan feud is...well, childish, if you ask me."
When the two other dwarves see that the Zinbar isn't leaving, they both make quick words of departure and leave. Ranor sighs softly and finally turns his attention back to Siv. "Do you not have an ounce of brains in your head, lass? I'm trying to help you and you openly speak of things you know -nothing- about." He hisses in anger, that silky kindness he showed her weeks ago in the side-tunnel is long gone.
[Siv(#24218)] "What do you mean?" Siv hisses back at him, leanign forward and looking over her shoulder. "Hildis said something about delivering a note to...Varn? I can't remember the name. And then that she had been to see you or something. Whatever it is she is in jail for, you are going to be linked to it, I think! You need to be careful!"
"Keep your mouth shut, Siv." Ranor says again, his tone growing dark. "I don't know what you're talking about and you speak far too freely about whatever thought comes in your mind. You will see how quickly my opinions change if I hear that you spoke of this again." He keeps his gaze serious, then all at once it melts back into that casual amusement, "Perhaps I was wrong about my dear sweet niece. I've known her since she was but a babe.." He gives the leatherworker a significant glance.
[Siv(#24218)] "I'm trying to _help_ you, Ranor," Siv replies, confused--and thick headed. "You helped me and are helpign me, and I'm trying to help you now." She looks arounds, spies Hilvar, and clams up.
Hilvar has the slightly unbalanced look of a dwarf who had been deep in his cups not long ago and now has to function. He is dressed for the merchant's hall,clothes slightly askwe, beard braided though one or two are missing their tie-offs and he walks the careful walk of someone that has a headache. He spies the knot of dwarves up ahead of him, winces and quickly glances about him for a route that will avoid them.
"You are -not-. Keep silent on the matter." Ranor snaps in irritation. Then the smile is back as he sees the hung-over Hilvar heading his way. "Master dwarf! Care to see my wares?" The blond woodcarved asks, the friendly disposition returned. He doesn't recognition the Barazin, but Hilvar might see the likeness of Ranol in his father.
Clapping an involuntary hand to the side of his head, Hilvar bows reflexively with the bland look of a merchant. Taking a few steps closer he looks closer at the merchant who had called to him. Badly disguised surprise and another darker emotion darken his ruddy features as he recognizes the woodcarver. Hilvar glances about him measuring the group.
I had not expected the pleasure of meeting you so soon. You were...ah...pointed out to me. Ranor, is it not, of clan Bundazanul?
'I see,' Siv replies, blinking in surprise, still, but finally getting Ranor's point. 'I will do as you ask, then,' she smiles, then drops her voice at the approach of Hilvar. "And Thari--is she as you thought she is? With child?"
Ranor rolls his eyes at Siv, and lifts a hand to gesture to fading bruising around his eyes with that tolerant, degrading expression one gives when explaining something fairly obvious. Hilvar's words pull him from his derogatory treatment of the Zinbar, and the woodworker is giving the merchant a false smile, "Aye, Ranor I am, Dwanor's son." He bows, "At your service, Master Dwarf. Do you seek some custom carving?"
The merchant straightens himself carefully as if favoring his head and regards the woodcarver for a long moment. "Could be, could be," he does not return Ranol's affable smile. "My wife tells me she never received the letter you gave my Hildis for her from your wife." Hilvar's face reddens with each word he says, "Hildis told my wife."
"She is then! For certain, and those bruises are proof!" Siv replies to Ranor, excited. "No wonder!! You were right all along!" That said, though, she falls silent at Hilvar's words, and gets a "See--I told you so!" look on her face. She crosses her arms over her chest.
Ranor keeps a remarkably blank face, his gaze steady. "I never gave your daughter a letter for your wife, I must tell you, regrettably. Master Hilvar, I presume?" He strokes a hand through his oily, yellow beard. "Your daughter brought some kind things for my wife, and I thank you for that, but at the time my dear Purna was asleep and I did not not wish to wake her.. so you see, there could be no letter from her."
"Oh, you have the right of who I am. Hilvar of Clan Barazin," his face shutters and something new comes into his eyes but not surprise.
"I had hoped for better from you, knowing your son. Something like honor but I can see that there will be none for you have left her in jail all of this time. Pah! you call my Hildis a liar. She knew nothing of what you gave her!
He takes a threatening step forward, "We will call you before your Thane with witnesses from Barazin for questions. I have many questions for you."
[Siv(#24218)] Siv now eyes Ranor warily, even stepping back a pace from the man. Still, she waits to see what he will reply to this accusation, a knowing look now growing in her eyes.
"Perhaps you must get your facts straight, Master Hilvar. I can see that you're looking a bit on the recovery this morning... Was it a late night into your cups?" Ranor asks in a smooth, sibilant tone. "Perhaps, some details are a bit muddled? Your daughter is in jail for business quite outside of Bundazanul's caverns. Why, she was arrested in Zinbar. Do you see me speaking with Zinbar, let alone dealing with them?"
Ranor narrows his eyes as he continues to ignore Siv, "As for my son, what are you doing speaking with him at all? Criminal activities.. I don't want you sullying his honor. Are you looking to tarnish my family's standing? I was curteous and kind to your Hildis, and now I'm made out to be the enemy?"
[Hildis(#23062)] The sneer at his drinking brings a frown of distaste from Hilvar. "Couteous and kind, is it?" Hilvar barks a laugh and steps closer.
"Do not change the subject. The letter that you sent through her, using her, dragging her into your mud. You do not measure as high as the knees of your son, it is a wonder you are his father. I have no need of tarnishing your reputation. You have been managing that on your own for some time now." He takes another step closer, close enough for the ale he had been drinking and the mint he has tried to cover it with to be smelled. "Bundazanal Thane, witnesses from my clan and questions Ranor."
[Siv(#24218)] Siv's eyes widen. She appears to be perfectly content to be a fly on the wall to this encounter, though her eyes flit around the hall as if she is seekign out someone.
"What witnesses, Hilvar?" Ranor asks easily, still looking unruffled, even when the other dwarf moves close. "Though, I appreciate that you have such a high opinion of my son, he has done quite well. He's a good lad." The Bundazanul glances at Siv once and lifts a pale eyebrow at her, then turns his blue gaze back to Hilvar.
Ranor continues in his silky tone, amusement in his eyes. "Your story just changed.. First it was a letter from my wife to yours.. now it is a letter from me? Which is it, Master Hilvar.. I just wish to know what I am being accused of. Perhaps when you are less distracted by your hobby.. you will be able to think more clearly?"
[Hildis(#23062)]
"I will make no accusations here. Hildis carried a letter, given to her by your hand. You told her it was from your wife. The girl has no reason to make up a story." He breathes in Ranor's face, his own red from alcohol and rage.
"But perhaps you do."
[Siv(#24218)] Ever so slightly, Siv nods her head toward Ranor, though it is such asmall gesture that perhaps Hilvar misses it. She's not directly in Hilvar's line of sight.
"You -are- making accusations. You're saying that I'm responsible for your daughter's misfortune. I fear I am not. I am sorry, Master Hilvar. Perhaps I can speak with my brother-in-law, Balur. He is very influential. He may be able to help in this matter." Ranor bows to Hilvar, that slippery smile still on his face.
Hilvar's hands clench, his headache, Ranor's tone and the public shame of his daughter are nearly too much for him. He steps close enough to be nose to nose with Ranor.
"Hit a nerve, did I, you...you...scum? Please bring your illustrious brother-in-law into this. Barazin will protect their own. As," he steps back, a smile with no humor in it on his face, "perhaps you may need from the looks of you. Been receiving paybacks for some of your work, Ranor?"
[Siv(#24218)] Siv has apparently heard enough. "Good day, gentlemen," she says chirpily, ignoring the fact that the two stand nose to nose. She maneuvers the leather she is carrying, and walks off.
Ranor steps back a pace as Hilvar pushes into his space, that easy smile still on his face. Then he says loudly, "Master Dwarf.. do not push me! You're drunk!" He pulls his arm back and swings for Hilvar's jaw, his fist clenched tightly. "Trying to force a better price on me!" He says accusingly, his voice still raised.
Hilvar scowls a glance at Siv but does not take his attention off of Ranor more than an instant. A bad instant in which Ranor swings and makes a glancing connection with his jaw. It snaps his head back, unbalanced he nearly falls back on his behind but he rights himself, some of the extra weight taken on with his drinking serving him well.
"Good game, Ranor but I will not fight you here," he mutters a hand to his jaw. Raising his voice, "I make no bargains with thieves and liars. I will se you before your Thane, Master Woodcarver."
Ranor pushes back from Hilvar, scowling as well, now. He asks in a whisper, "Tell me.. did -I- strike a nerve? You brought the game to me, Hilvar. I hope you are ready to play." The woodcarver adopts an apologetic expression, raising his voice again as well, "I am sorry that you feel that way, Master Dwarf. Perhaps you should return to your home and rest.. I wish no trouble here.. only to honestly sell my wares."
"As if you knew what honesty were," Hilvar replies eyes narrowed in dislike. Then in a clear voice meant to carry, "I will see you before your Thane...Master Liar."
Ranor clenches his hand, making a great show of anger on his face. "Take your filthy words elsewhere, drunkard, before I make an issue of this!" The woodcarver refrains from striking again, though, and instead simply spits (literally) at Hilvar instead. "Barazin.." It's spoken in such a snakish fashion that it's clearly meant to be insulting.
For once Hilvar knows how to finish a dealing and shrugs at the insult. "Drunk I may be, at times, but not now. You do not have the dignity or honesty to insult my clan. Soon, Ranor." He turns without bowing or waiting for a reply and continues down the concourse, nodding to the merchants that stare at his passing.
[Siv(#24218)] Siv is hurrying through the hall, a large bundle of leather in her arms. She passes by the table where Ranor works at her usual brisk pace, only to pull up short to a stop. "Ranor....do you have a moment?"
"Though.. Balur.. watch out for him. Was his son that did this to me and if our thane is too busy to see to the small folk..." Ranor trails off in his words as his blue eyes lazily wander over to Siv. He gives her a cool smile then looks back to the other two dwarves, "And what is going on with this clan feud? Seems the thane ought to be telling us." The other two dwarves nod in agreement, both glancing over at Siv and one nods his head curteously until the other whispers 'Zinbar!' harshly into his ear and they both scowl at her.
Ranor frowns, "Now now, don't come down too hard on Siv. It was Balur's daughter that made the claims. Who knows how Braldor and Balur benefit from all this nonsense? Two of the richest dwarves in the clan.. Tsk. Siv is just a victim."
[Siv(#24218)] "Ranor, did you give...." Siv starts in quite directly, then hesitates, squinting at the dwarf's bruises. "Balur beat you up? or his son did, rather? Whatever for?" She seems to be just ignoring the fact that Ranor's clan isn't supposed to be speaking to Zinbar--or at least she gives the scowling dwarves a look that could melt ice.
One of the dwarves gives Ranor a critical eye, muttering about disloyalty, but Ranor quickly counters. "No.. I simply pay attention. Thari assaulted someone, yet Thari is not in jail. And now there's a clan feud and anyone that has acting against Balur or his children is brushed under a rug. Ask Siv here. I'm certain she's received no apology for her suffering. Oh.. right, we're not allowed to -speak- with the Zinbar. Inconvenient for finding the truth, is it not?" Ranor reaches to pick up a steaming mug, taking a slow sip with a faint glance at Siv.
"I'm not speaking with you I'm speaking at you," Siv snaps in reply. "And yes, it _is_ very convenient, isn't it. Do you know that to this day Thari or anyone else for that matter has yet to tell me what it is I allegedly said about her. Very convenient now that there's a clan feud and noone can talk,' she continues, growing bitter. "And meantime, Hildis is in jail. Ranor, I need to know--you gave Hildis a note to deliver? "
"Then again.." Ranor says, his eyes narrowing at Siv in anger before they slide back to his companions. "Perhaps Braldor knows what he's doing? I just think more ought to be questioning our thane and his methods. We elected him in, after all. I think he forgets that his position need not be permanent." Another slow sip.
Siv's head tilt. "Well, she said to say hello to your wife at least...." she replies in some confusion. "In any case, this whole thing is just blown out of proportion if you ask me. I've said all along that all I need from Thari is an apology--and an explanation of what offense I gave her. If there is something I need to correct, I will gladly do it. This whole clan feud is...well, childish, if you ask me."
When the two other dwarves see that the Zinbar isn't leaving, they both make quick words of departure and leave. Ranor sighs softly and finally turns his attention back to Siv. "Do you not have an ounce of brains in your head, lass? I'm trying to help you and you openly speak of things you know -nothing- about." He hisses in anger, that silky kindness he showed her weeks ago in the side-tunnel is long gone.
[Siv(#24218)] "What do you mean?" Siv hisses back at him, leanign forward and looking over her shoulder. "Hildis said something about delivering a note to...Varn? I can't remember the name. And then that she had been to see you or something. Whatever it is she is in jail for, you are going to be linked to it, I think! You need to be careful!"
"Keep your mouth shut, Siv." Ranor says again, his tone growing dark. "I don't know what you're talking about and you speak far too freely about whatever thought comes in your mind. You will see how quickly my opinions change if I hear that you spoke of this again." He keeps his gaze serious, then all at once it melts back into that casual amusement, "Perhaps I was wrong about my dear sweet niece. I've known her since she was but a babe.." He gives the leatherworker a significant glance.
[Siv(#24218)] "I'm trying to _help_ you, Ranor," Siv replies, confused--and thick headed. "You helped me and are helpign me, and I'm trying to help you now." She looks arounds, spies Hilvar, and clams up.
Hilvar has the slightly unbalanced look of a dwarf who had been deep in his cups not long ago and now has to function. He is dressed for the merchant's hall,clothes slightly askwe, beard braided though one or two are missing their tie-offs and he walks the careful walk of someone that has a headache. He spies the knot of dwarves up ahead of him, winces and quickly glances about him for a route that will avoid them.
"You are -not-. Keep silent on the matter." Ranor snaps in irritation. Then the smile is back as he sees the hung-over Hilvar heading his way. "Master dwarf! Care to see my wares?" The blond woodcarved asks, the friendly disposition returned. He doesn't recognition the Barazin, but Hilvar might see the likeness of Ranol in his father.
Clapping an involuntary hand to the side of his head, Hilvar bows reflexively with the bland look of a merchant. Taking a few steps closer he looks closer at the merchant who had called to him. Badly disguised surprise and another darker emotion darken his ruddy features as he recognizes the woodcarver. Hilvar glances about him measuring the group.
I had not expected the pleasure of meeting you so soon. You were...ah...pointed out to me. Ranor, is it not, of clan Bundazanul?
'I see,' Siv replies, blinking in surprise, still, but finally getting Ranor's point. 'I will do as you ask, then,' she smiles, then drops her voice at the approach of Hilvar. "And Thari--is she as you thought she is? With child?"
Ranor rolls his eyes at Siv, and lifts a hand to gesture to fading bruising around his eyes with that tolerant, degrading expression one gives when explaining something fairly obvious. Hilvar's words pull him from his derogatory treatment of the Zinbar, and the woodworker is giving the merchant a false smile, "Aye, Ranor I am, Dwanor's son." He bows, "At your service, Master Dwarf. Do you seek some custom carving?"
The merchant straightens himself carefully as if favoring his head and regards the woodcarver for a long moment. "Could be, could be," he does not return Ranol's affable smile. "My wife tells me she never received the letter you gave my Hildis for her from your wife." Hilvar's face reddens with each word he says, "Hildis told my wife."
"She is then! For certain, and those bruises are proof!" Siv replies to Ranor, excited. "No wonder!! You were right all along!" That said, though, she falls silent at Hilvar's words, and gets a "See--I told you so!" look on her face. She crosses her arms over her chest.
Ranor keeps a remarkably blank face, his gaze steady. "I never gave your daughter a letter for your wife, I must tell you, regrettably. Master Hilvar, I presume?" He strokes a hand through his oily, yellow beard. "Your daughter brought some kind things for my wife, and I thank you for that, but at the time my dear Purna was asleep and I did not not wish to wake her.. so you see, there could be no letter from her."
"Oh, you have the right of who I am. Hilvar of Clan Barazin," his face shutters and something new comes into his eyes but not surprise.
"I had hoped for better from you, knowing your son. Something like honor but I can see that there will be none for you have left her in jail all of this time. Pah! you call my Hildis a liar. She knew nothing of what you gave her!
He takes a threatening step forward, "We will call you before your Thane with witnesses from Barazin for questions. I have many questions for you."
[Siv(#24218)] Siv now eyes Ranor warily, even stepping back a pace from the man. Still, she waits to see what he will reply to this accusation, a knowing look now growing in her eyes.
"Perhaps you must get your facts straight, Master Hilvar. I can see that you're looking a bit on the recovery this morning... Was it a late night into your cups?" Ranor asks in a smooth, sibilant tone. "Perhaps, some details are a bit muddled? Your daughter is in jail for business quite outside of Bundazanul's caverns. Why, she was arrested in Zinbar. Do you see me speaking with Zinbar, let alone dealing with them?"
Ranor narrows his eyes as he continues to ignore Siv, "As for my son, what are you doing speaking with him at all? Criminal activities.. I don't want you sullying his honor. Are you looking to tarnish my family's standing? I was curteous and kind to your Hildis, and now I'm made out to be the enemy?"
[Hildis(#23062)] The sneer at his drinking brings a frown of distaste from Hilvar. "Couteous and kind, is it?" Hilvar barks a laugh and steps closer.
"Do not change the subject. The letter that you sent through her, using her, dragging her into your mud. You do not measure as high as the knees of your son, it is a wonder you are his father. I have no need of tarnishing your reputation. You have been managing that on your own for some time now." He takes another step closer, close enough for the ale he had been drinking and the mint he has tried to cover it with to be smelled. "Bundazanal Thane, witnesses from my clan and questions Ranor."
[Siv(#24218)] Siv's eyes widen. She appears to be perfectly content to be a fly on the wall to this encounter, though her eyes flit around the hall as if she is seekign out someone.
"What witnesses, Hilvar?" Ranor asks easily, still looking unruffled, even when the other dwarf moves close. "Though, I appreciate that you have such a high opinion of my son, he has done quite well. He's a good lad." The Bundazanul glances at Siv once and lifts a pale eyebrow at her, then turns his blue gaze back to Hilvar.
Ranor continues in his silky tone, amusement in his eyes. "Your story just changed.. First it was a letter from my wife to yours.. now it is a letter from me? Which is it, Master Hilvar.. I just wish to know what I am being accused of. Perhaps when you are less distracted by your hobby.. you will be able to think more clearly?"
[Hildis(#23062)]
"I will make no accusations here. Hildis carried a letter, given to her by your hand. You told her it was from your wife. The girl has no reason to make up a story." He breathes in Ranor's face, his own red from alcohol and rage.
"But perhaps you do."
[Siv(#24218)] Ever so slightly, Siv nods her head toward Ranor, though it is such asmall gesture that perhaps Hilvar misses it. She's not directly in Hilvar's line of sight.
"You -are- making accusations. You're saying that I'm responsible for your daughter's misfortune. I fear I am not. I am sorry, Master Hilvar. Perhaps I can speak with my brother-in-law, Balur. He is very influential. He may be able to help in this matter." Ranor bows to Hilvar, that slippery smile still on his face.
Hilvar's hands clench, his headache, Ranor's tone and the public shame of his daughter are nearly too much for him. He steps close enough to be nose to nose with Ranor.
"Hit a nerve, did I, you...you...scum? Please bring your illustrious brother-in-law into this. Barazin will protect their own. As," he steps back, a smile with no humor in it on his face, "perhaps you may need from the looks of you. Been receiving paybacks for some of your work, Ranor?"
[Siv(#24218)] Siv has apparently heard enough. "Good day, gentlemen," she says chirpily, ignoring the fact that the two stand nose to nose. She maneuvers the leather she is carrying, and walks off.
Ranor steps back a pace as Hilvar pushes into his space, that easy smile still on his face. Then he says loudly, "Master Dwarf.. do not push me! You're drunk!" He pulls his arm back and swings for Hilvar's jaw, his fist clenched tightly. "Trying to force a better price on me!" He says accusingly, his voice still raised.
Hilvar scowls a glance at Siv but does not take his attention off of Ranor more than an instant. A bad instant in which Ranor swings and makes a glancing connection with his jaw. It snaps his head back, unbalanced he nearly falls back on his behind but he rights himself, some of the extra weight taken on with his drinking serving him well.
"Good game, Ranor but I will not fight you here," he mutters a hand to his jaw. Raising his voice, "I make no bargains with thieves and liars. I will se you before your Thane, Master Woodcarver."
Ranor pushes back from Hilvar, scowling as well, now. He asks in a whisper, "Tell me.. did -I- strike a nerve? You brought the game to me, Hilvar. I hope you are ready to play." The woodcarver adopts an apologetic expression, raising his voice again as well, "I am sorry that you feel that way, Master Dwarf. Perhaps you should return to your home and rest.. I wish no trouble here.. only to honestly sell my wares."
"As if you knew what honesty were," Hilvar replies eyes narrowed in dislike. Then in a clear voice meant to carry, "I will see you before your Thane...Master Liar."
Ranor clenches his hand, making a great show of anger on his face. "Take your filthy words elsewhere, drunkard, before I make an issue of this!" The woodcarver refrains from striking again, though, and instead simply spits (literally) at Hilvar instead. "Barazin.." It's spoken in such a snakish fashion that it's clearly meant to be insulting.
For once Hilvar knows how to finish a dealing and shrugs at the insult. "Drunk I may be, at times, but not now. You do not have the dignity or honesty to insult my clan. Soon, Ranor." He turns without bowing or waiting for a reply and continues down the concourse, nodding to the merchants that stare at his passing.
Players: Ranor, Siv, Hilvar
Located in: Erebor
