Elendor
Did he fall or was he pushed?
Boldibad catches sight of a pair of foreigners in the Inn-yard, and seems oddly reluctant to let them near him
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Location: Bree - Inn-yard
Game Date: July 3048
IC Time: Midday
Weather: Rain
Description: Inn-yard
An open air inn-yard is enclosed in the center of the Prancing Pony's compound. The yard is ringed in by the north and south wing of the Pony, and the eastern section of the building, which is set back into Bree-hill. On the fourth side bordering this yard is an archway, beyond which lies the Great East Road. The stables, which comprise the lower level of the south wing, are accessed through a set of large double doors.
Obvious exits:
Kitchen leads to Kitchen.
Downstairs Hallway leads to Short Passage.
Double Doors leads to Stables.
Archway leads to Under the Archway.
================================== Bree Time ==================================
Real time: Tue Dec 01 14:44:53 2009
Bree time: Nighttime <00:14:39> on Sterday of Summer - July 28,1448
Moon Phase: New Moon
Breelands Weather
The nighttime summer air is very hot and dry around you. A light drizzle trickles from the sky. The moon is above the horizon and in its new phase.
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[Saraid(#16811)]
The midday sun his hid behind stringy clouds, and these clouds are just enough to pour down the light rain. It mingles with the innyard dirt and makes a mud that smells of stone, and of other, agricultural scents. Despite the rain, it is warm.
Saraid is crossing the innyard. She isn't bothering to cover herself from the weather. She seems to be doing well, clean with head held high, skin golden-wet, dark hair blacker and coiled tightly. She is heading toward the stables.
Brev is not in the stables. Rather, he is balanced somewhat precariously atop a couple of crates, nailing a new board to the outer wall in a place where there has s presumably been a leak. He has abandoned his leather jerkin for a worn brown tunic that has the look of belonging to someone rather shorter and broader. It is wet, too, whether from rain, sweat or some combination it's hard to say.
At the sound of footsteps he glances down, and snorts. "Morning," he offers, keeping to the Common for whatever reason (might it be he avoids advertising his nation?). "Mind where you tread, there's a leak in the guttering. Off somewhere?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid tips her face up, blinking in the rain, and turns toward him, walking with confidence. "Good morning," she returns in the same tongue, her reasons for this her own and her accent still thick. "I was coming to find you, to see if you have left or if you have stayed yet." She places her fists on her hips as she looks up.
One brow tilts up at that. "One moment ..." Brev returns to the task at hand, carefully placing the last nail. Only when the hammer has done its work does he look to the woman again, a slight smirk on his features. "As you can see, I haven't left." He jumps lightly down from his perch - and no, the crates do not topple. "In a hurry to be off, are you?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
"I do not say," answers Saraid. She steps back as he hops down to allow him room, her own dark brows arching a little. "But you do not know where to find me and I do know where to find you, so I find you to see." And now she starts smirking. "Your friend Gidon is a good boy."
The lifted brow arches a little further. "Met him, have you?" Brev enquires. "Aye, he's a good lad." For a moment the smirk is replaced by something else, an almost .. distant look in his eyes. Then he lifts a hand to push loose hair back from his face, and by the time the gesture is done the mask is back in place. "An /honest/ lad." The corners of his mouth twitch at that.
He pauses, then switches to his native tongue. "Is this easier for you? Why don't you tell me where to find you, then."
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid's smirk turns to a grin, but then this fades as Brev speaks their own language. " I speak the common tongue just fine. I'm only out of practice. I used it all of the time as a girl." Her eyes slip aside, around the innyard in a defensive way. " Besides, why don't you use it? They probably won't be so kind ot us if we use our own tongue."
Saraid looks back to Brev and speaks more carefully, but back in the common tongue again. "I have not been staying in the same places so it is easier for me to find you." Her smile begins to come back. "Besides, I have a tale for you. Your young friend Gidon, he offers me food, and then he says, 'Stay here for the night, friend. This is Brev's bed, but he is not here, so you should sleep in it.'" Her grin is very wide, very smug, and there is laughter in her eyes as she watches Brev.
Brev regards the young woman levelly. "Because it's over a year since I used the Dunnish speech? Maybe I'm the one needing the practise. Still, have it your way." He gives a nonchalant shrug.
At the rest of the speech he listens, one brow quirked. At the end he lets out an explosive snort of laughter. "Kiern! And did you?"
The query is phrased in the Common.
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid rolls her eyes at Brev's comment in Dunael but she continues a grin. " Yes I did!" she laughs, switching back to their native tongue again. She reaches up and shakes her fingers through her hair. Water dances. " You will find my hair and my smell in your bed, Master Smug-Full-Of-Himself, and go to sleep with all of your regrets!" She laughs harder, steps back, and shakes her head again. Her tone is mirthful and teasing, not so very biting.
Brev listens, and his features are creased in a sudden scowl. He taps the haft of the small carpenter's hammer against his palm in apparent displeasure. If Saraid were to look closely, however, she'd notice that the corners of his mouth are twitching. "Kiern! I'll have to fumigate the place. Hope you enjoyed those fleas I left you." He eyes the woman speculatively, then asks her nonchalantly, "And if I'd come back to claim the bed, what would you have done then?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid's eyes are bright and laughing. " Certainly I would have fought you for it and won!" she answers with another grin. " I have seen how you handle your spear and I am better at it than you! On the way home, I will show you how to use it sometime," she offers.
Brev snorts. "If you snore like Owain does, you'd have had no need to fight me for it. I'd have left you to it and slept in the woodshed."
The boast about the spear elicits an arched eyebrow, but he does not rise to the bait, simply shrugs. "I get by. Though that's a mighty generous offer." A mocking note creeps into his voice. "I might almost think you wanted me out of the way. We don't /have/ to travel together, you know."
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid spreads her hands. " We could help each other, I say. Isn't that why you wanted me along?" And now she grins again and arches a brow.
Brev matches Saraid's grin with a smirk of his own. "Help? How could a clumsy oaf like me possibly help someone as skilled as you?" Now he's definitely mocking.
After a pause, he states, quietly, "And no. I wanted you along because I don't trust you. If there's a snake in the room, best to know where it is. Who knows," he adds, "by the end of the trip I /might/ even trust you." Is that a challenge in his eyes?
[Saraid(#16811)]
This kills Saraid's smile. Her hands on her hips, she watches him. " I don't trust you either. It is dangerous and you might hurt me." She lifts a shoulder. " But I can protect myself and I would meet worse on the road."
"Aye, you would." Brev's speech is as grim and mirthless as Saraid's. "And I only hurt those who me threaten me - or threaten my friends. Avoid that, and you've nothing to fear." He lets the small hammer he'd been holding swing by its head, describing small circles against the damp cobbles, then shrugs. "Kiern, listen to us. Think we'll manage to last a day, let alone the length of the journey south?" His voice lightens, and one side of his mouth pulls back in a lopsided smile, only a little forced.
Noon it may be, but under the light drizzle that falls from the sky the Inn-yard is washed-out and grey. Over by the stables, where someone has been fixing new boards to the outer wall, a man and a woman can be seen talking. The man is tall and slender, swarthy of skin, with a head of dark curls tied untidily back he wears a brown tunic that seems rather too broad and short for his frame. In his hand is a small carpenter's hammer.
One odd thing - the words that drift back are not in Common, but some other guttural tongue.
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid smiles a bit again. " You've gone soft," she offers in a strange, sing-song tongue. " This is how it always is to travel with someone not of your clan, isn't it? And you're not a Stag. Our chances are as good as anyone's."
[Boldibad(#22742)] The rain patters off the cloak of a hobbit, where it doesn't soak into any dry spots, as he wanders into the innyard. A hood is pulled far over his head. He seems to be on a course for the kitchen door, but when he hears the strange speech and sees the sources of it, he pulls the cloak tighter around himself, and decides to turn around and walk swiftly back the way he came.
The man, Brev, lets out a snort. "Maybe I have. Should settle down to farm potatoes and marry some woman built like a dairy cow. That would please Gidon." After a pause he quirks his brow and tosses off another phrase. "And what's clan got to do with it? This is how it is with anyon-"
The words trail off into sudden silence, and he chuckles softly at the sight of the hobbit. "Looking for someone, Master?" he calls out in singsong Common, the corners of his mouth twitching.
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid nods nods to the man as he speaks in the strange tongue, seeming to agree, when he calls out to someone else. She looks across the inn-yard and, despite her foreign looks, she aims a kind and friendly smile toward the hobbit. She says nothing herself.
Boldibad calls over his shoulder as he increases his pace, "No!"
As he's almost out of the inn-yard, though, he trips over something on the ground, and goes sprawling into a muddy puddle.
Brev shrugs at the response and starts to turn away, tilting one brow as he glances back to Saraid. "Rabbit-men!" he mutters.
At the sound of a splash he glances back, and snorts at the sight that meets his eyes. What he thinks is not for saying aloud what he says in the Common tongue is, "All right there? Need a hand?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid flashes a grin back at Brev for his comment then looks back at the hobbit. "Yes, do you need help?" she calls, kindness itself.
Boldibad lies there for a moment, longer than would be normal for one who simply fell into a puddle. He slowly pushes himself up, and repeats, "No!" It appears that he's lying, however, as he suddenly yelps and falls down to his knees in the collection of rain and wet dirt.
Brev peers toward the hobbit, heaves a long-suffering sigh and then heads in that direction, the carpenter's hammer swinging in his hand. "Kiern! There's no need to to be so standoffish about it. I'm good at patching things up - but I wasn't threatening anything worse than helping you up and getting you indoors." He looms over the hobbit, frowning slightly - his non-hammer-holding hand is extended, but that is all. "Ankle, is it?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid comes after Brev. "Poor thing!" she says. She has the same accent as the man but it is much thicker, sometimes difficult to understand. "Are you hurt? Let him help you get inside."
Boldibad holds his hands up, chuckling a bit uneasily, probably from the sight of the hammer. "Oh," he says, "didn't mean to sound rude--I just, er, didn't want to disturb your discussion over there." He reluctantly takes the offered hand and gets up to his feet. He leans down and rubs his left ankle, "Yes, indeed--seems that I've pulled something--oh!" he groans, wincing terribly.
Brev's grip is steady as the hobbit levers himself up. He peers down at the little fellow, still with that slight frown on his face. "It'll be - uh, twisted, most likely?" he suggests. "Don't know the word. You can move it a bit, yes? Worst case, suppose I could carry you in." He does not look enthusiastic about that idea - half-height Boldibad may be, but there is the issue of girth ...
[Saraid(#16811)]
"Drink for a little, and you'll be fine," says Saraid cheerfully. She reaches down to brush some mud off of the hobbit, her face turned away.
Boldibad cocks an eyebrow as Saraid speaks, but seems to forget whatever notion had crossed his mind. "Well," he says cautiously, "at least you big-folk have some good sense. A pint or two works wonders on a twisted ankle. Oh! Burn my mushrooms," he exclaims, leaning down once again and attempted to brush off his soggy foothair. "All that mud--that's certainly going to clump. Can be quite annoying. Yes, a hot bath and a change of clothes are in order." He looks up at Brev, "And I thank you all the same, but--well, I am thankful to have been born with a spare leg. The kitchen's just right over there, after all." He begins to hop in that direction, and then pauses, "By the way," he begins...
A faint choking sound comes from Brev at Saraid's comment. By the time he speaks again, though, his face is perfectly solemn. "If you /can/ move it," he manages to convey faint doubt at this, though the fact the hobbit is more concerned with the state of his clothing is promising, "chances are it's not broken. Easy there," he moves to keep pace with the hobbit. "Lean on me, you'll get inside quicker. We'll send someone up to the healer's house - figure you'd prefer your own kind to fix you up." The 'by the way' seems to be lost on him.
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid falls in behind the pair, brushing the mud off of her own hands, opening her palms up to the rain. "Don't move for a little and you'll be fine," she offers, voice high and sing-song still. She, too, doesn't seem to be listening to the hobbit.
Boldibad seems to forget about what he was going to say as well, and he gives in to the assistance. "Well, very well--but just up to the door should be fine. And, my kind are far, far from here--I hail from the Shire, you see. I suppose for big-people like yourselves, it isn't easy to tell the difference between a Shire hobbit and one of those of this area. Alright, then, easy does it--right up to the door, then." He begins limping toward the kitchen under the help of Brev.
[Saraid(#16811)]
"I've never seen a Shire hobbit yet," says Saraid distantly. "I hope that your foot is well, sir. I must be off." She lets the two go on and turns as if to walk off.
Brev's grip is firm and his hand steady, though he moves briskly, without giving the hobbit any time to complain. "Here we go," he comments as they reach the door. "I'll drop past the Healer's House anyway, shall I? I'm sure they've little enough to do ..." He grins, suddenly.
Saraid's departure brings an abrupt frown, and he gives her a rather odd look, but says nothing.
Boldibad braces himself on the frame of the door, "Well, I can't imagine that they are too idle at the moment, what with these Bree humans running around, accosting good people! You sound as though you aren't from here, and, perhaps that's a good thing. I advise you kind folks keep a vigilant eye--some people around here are just no good, take it from me!" He rubs a deep, red scar on his forehead. "Well, good afternoon!"
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid looks back over her shoulder, catches Brev's look. "I will go with you to the healers?" she offers. "So thenI may know where it is? So I may help?"
Brev manages to look rather startled at the accusation of Bree humans accosting people. Incredulous, even. However, he nods politely to the hobbit. "All right now? Then I'll be on my way. Good afternoon."
At Saraid's offer, his features twist into a lopsided smirk. "Of course." He jerks his head, clearly expecting that she will fall in behind.
Boldibad smiles as though his initial evaluation of the foreigners was wrong, and he turns into the kitchen.
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid catches up and.... it's true, she's behind, but not by very much. " I don't know why you're looking at me like that. You and your fleas. You are too sure of yourself," she says confidently.
"My fleas are looking at you too?" That expression of wide-eyed innocence Brev gives Saraid can only come from years of practice. He holds it a moment, then erases it completely and mutters quietly, "Careful there. Or the wee rabbit-man might decide he didn't drop whatever-it-was when he fell, after all. I saw you brushing him down."
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid briefly smiles, and then it is gone. " Oh yes, and he might see what you were taking off of him, too," she returns sarcastically. " Or he might've robbed from you. Very nice. I'm not used to this whole 'Here let me help you up master sir' business that they have here. You probably rummage through everyone's pockets, don't you?"
Brev snorts at that. "Kiern, no. Can't imagine anyone round here having anything I'd want." He gives a mock shudder. "And I grew out of .. unfortunate habits long ago. These days I generally trade work for a living. Much simpler." He favours the woman with a half-smile, then asks her solicitously, "You've managed to find work here, have you?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid pats her side. " My pouch didn't fall off in the river. Tied too tight for cutpurses, too tight for the water. I've enough to make do until we get home if we don't linger too long. And if you do linger, I'll just move on myself."
Brev considers that. "Is that an invitation for me to drag out my business further?" he enquires, lips twitching slightly, then shrugs. "I've little enough reason to linger. Got a new cloak. Got the .. provisions I require." Was there a slight hesitation before that choice of word? "Need to discuss some matters with Gidon before I leave, though." His jaw sets at that, as though the task were an unpleasant one.
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid gives a little snort at his joke, watching him out of the corner of her eye. " Gidon is a good boy. You won't have trouble," she says in a kindly way, without asking after his business. They manage to talk reasonably politely on the way to the healers.
An open air inn-yard is enclosed in the center of the Prancing Pony's compound. The yard is ringed in by the north and south wing of the Pony, and the eastern section of the building, which is set back into Bree-hill. On the fourth side bordering this yard is an archway, beyond which lies the Great East Road. The stables, which comprise the lower level of the south wing, are accessed through a set of large double doors.
Obvious exits:
Kitchen leads to Kitchen.
Downstairs Hallway leads to Short Passage.
Double Doors leads to Stables.
Archway leads to Under the Archway.
================================== Bree Time ==================================
Real time: Tue Dec 01 14:44:53 2009
Bree time: Nighttime <00:14:39> on Sterday of Summer - July 28,1448
Moon Phase: New Moon
Breelands Weather
The nighttime summer air is very hot and dry around you. A light drizzle trickles from the sky. The moon is above the horizon and in its new phase.
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[Saraid(#16811)]
The midday sun his hid behind stringy clouds, and these clouds are just enough to pour down the light rain. It mingles with the innyard dirt and makes a mud that smells of stone, and of other, agricultural scents. Despite the rain, it is warm.
Saraid is crossing the innyard. She isn't bothering to cover herself from the weather. She seems to be doing well, clean with head held high, skin golden-wet, dark hair blacker and coiled tightly. She is heading toward the stables.
Brev is not in the stables. Rather, he is balanced somewhat precariously atop a couple of crates, nailing a new board to the outer wall in a place where there has s presumably been a leak. He has abandoned his leather jerkin for a worn brown tunic that has the look of belonging to someone rather shorter and broader. It is wet, too, whether from rain, sweat or some combination it's hard to say.
At the sound of footsteps he glances down, and snorts. "Morning," he offers, keeping to the Common for whatever reason (might it be he avoids advertising his nation?). "Mind where you tread, there's a leak in the guttering. Off somewhere?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid tips her face up, blinking in the rain, and turns toward him, walking with confidence. "Good morning," she returns in the same tongue, her reasons for this her own and her accent still thick. "I was coming to find you, to see if you have left or if you have stayed yet." She places her fists on her hips as she looks up.
One brow tilts up at that. "One moment ..." Brev returns to the task at hand, carefully placing the last nail. Only when the hammer has done its work does he look to the woman again, a slight smirk on his features. "As you can see, I haven't left." He jumps lightly down from his perch - and no, the crates do not topple. "In a hurry to be off, are you?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
"I do not say," answers Saraid. She steps back as he hops down to allow him room, her own dark brows arching a little. "But you do not know where to find me and I do know where to find you, so I find you to see." And now she starts smirking. "Your friend Gidon is a good boy."
The lifted brow arches a little further. "Met him, have you?" Brev enquires. "Aye, he's a good lad." For a moment the smirk is replaced by something else, an almost .. distant look in his eyes. Then he lifts a hand to push loose hair back from his face, and by the time the gesture is done the mask is back in place. "An /honest/ lad." The corners of his mouth twitch at that.
He pauses, then switches to his native tongue. "
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid's smirk turns to a grin, but then this fades as Brev speaks their own language. "
Saraid looks back to Brev and speaks more carefully, but back in the common tongue again. "I have not been staying in the same places so it is easier for me to find you." Her smile begins to come back. "Besides, I have a tale for you. Your young friend Gidon, he offers me food, and then he says, 'Stay here for the night, friend. This is Brev's bed, but he is not here, so you should sleep in it.'" Her grin is very wide, very smug, and there is laughter in her eyes as she watches Brev.
Brev regards the young woman levelly. "
At the rest of the speech he listens, one brow quirked. At the end he lets out an explosive snort of laughter. "Kiern! And did you?"
The query is phrased in the Common.
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid rolls her eyes at Brev's comment in Dunael but she continues a grin. "
Brev listens, and his features are creased in a sudden scowl. He taps the haft of the small carpenter's hammer against his palm in apparent displeasure. If Saraid were to look closely, however, she'd notice that the corners of his mouth are twitching. "
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid's eyes are bright and laughing. "
Brev snorts. "
The boast about the spear elicits an arched eyebrow, but he does not rise to the bait, simply shrugs. "
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid spreads her hands. "
Brev matches Saraid's grin with a smirk of his own. "
After a pause, he states, quietly, "
[Saraid(#16811)]
This kills Saraid's smile. Her hands on her hips, she watches him. "
"
Noon it may be, but under the light drizzle that falls from the sky the Inn-yard is washed-out and grey. Over by the stables, where someone has been fixing new boards to the outer wall, a man and a woman can be seen talking. The man is tall and slender, swarthy of skin, with a head of dark curls tied untidily back he wears a brown tunic that seems rather too broad and short for his frame. In his hand is a small carpenter's hammer.
One odd thing - the words that drift back are not in Common, but some other guttural tongue.
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid smiles a bit again. "
[Boldibad(#22742)] The rain patters off the cloak of a hobbit, where it doesn't soak into any dry spots, as he wanders into the innyard. A hood is pulled far over his head. He seems to be on a course for the kitchen door, but when he hears the strange speech and sees the sources of it, he pulls the cloak tighter around himself, and decides to turn around and walk swiftly back the way he came.
The man, Brev, lets out a snort. "
The words trail off into sudden silence, and he chuckles softly at the sight of the hobbit. "
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid nods nods to the man as he speaks in the strange tongue, seeming to agree, when he calls out to someone else. She looks across the inn-yard and, despite her foreign looks, she aims a kind and friendly smile toward the hobbit. She says nothing herself.
Boldibad calls over his shoulder as he increases his pace, "No!"
As he's almost out of the inn-yard, though, he trips over something on the ground, and goes sprawling into a muddy puddle.
Brev shrugs at the response and starts to turn away, tilting one brow as he glances back to Saraid. "
At the sound of a splash he glances back, and snorts at the sight that meets his eyes. What he thinks is not for saying aloud what he says in the Common tongue is, "All right there? Need a hand?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid flashes a grin back at Brev for his comment then looks back at the hobbit. "Yes, do you need help?" she calls, kindness itself.
Boldibad lies there for a moment, longer than would be normal for one who simply fell into a puddle. He slowly pushes himself up, and repeats, "No!" It appears that he's lying, however, as he suddenly yelps and falls down to his knees in the collection of rain and wet dirt.
Brev peers toward the hobbit, heaves a long-suffering sigh and then heads in that direction, the carpenter's hammer swinging in his hand. "Kiern! There's no need to to be so standoffish about it. I'm good at patching things up - but I wasn't threatening anything worse than helping you up and getting you indoors." He looms over the hobbit, frowning slightly - his non-hammer-holding hand is extended, but that is all. "Ankle, is it?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid comes after Brev. "Poor thing!" she says. She has the same accent as the man but it is much thicker, sometimes difficult to understand. "Are you hurt? Let him help you get inside."
Boldibad holds his hands up, chuckling a bit uneasily, probably from the sight of the hammer. "Oh," he says, "didn't mean to sound rude--I just, er, didn't want to disturb your discussion over there." He reluctantly takes the offered hand and gets up to his feet. He leans down and rubs his left ankle, "Yes, indeed--seems that I've pulled something--oh!" he groans, wincing terribly.
Brev's grip is steady as the hobbit levers himself up. He peers down at the little fellow, still with that slight frown on his face. "It'll be - uh, twisted, most likely?" he suggests. "Don't know the word. You can move it a bit, yes? Worst case, suppose I could carry you in." He does not look enthusiastic about that idea - half-height Boldibad may be, but there is the issue of girth ...
[Saraid(#16811)]
"Drink for a little, and you'll be fine," says Saraid cheerfully. She reaches down to brush some mud off of the hobbit, her face turned away.
Boldibad cocks an eyebrow as Saraid speaks, but seems to forget whatever notion had crossed his mind. "Well," he says cautiously, "at least you big-folk have some good sense. A pint or two works wonders on a twisted ankle. Oh! Burn my mushrooms," he exclaims, leaning down once again and attempted to brush off his soggy foothair. "All that mud--that's certainly going to clump. Can be quite annoying. Yes, a hot bath and a change of clothes are in order." He looks up at Brev, "And I thank you all the same, but--well, I am thankful to have been born with a spare leg. The kitchen's just right over there, after all." He begins to hop in that direction, and then pauses, "By the way," he begins...
A faint choking sound comes from Brev at Saraid's comment. By the time he speaks again, though, his face is perfectly solemn. "If you /can/ move it," he manages to convey faint doubt at this, though the fact the hobbit is more concerned with the state of his clothing is promising, "chances are it's not broken. Easy there," he moves to keep pace with the hobbit. "Lean on me, you'll get inside quicker. We'll send someone up to the healer's house - figure you'd prefer your own kind to fix you up." The 'by the way' seems to be lost on him.
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid falls in behind the pair, brushing the mud off of her own hands, opening her palms up to the rain. "Don't move for a little and you'll be fine," she offers, voice high and sing-song still. She, too, doesn't seem to be listening to the hobbit.
Boldibad seems to forget about what he was going to say as well, and he gives in to the assistance. "Well, very well--but just up to the door should be fine. And, my kind are far, far from here--I hail from the Shire, you see. I suppose for big-people like yourselves, it isn't easy to tell the difference between a Shire hobbit and one of those of this area. Alright, then, easy does it--right up to the door, then." He begins limping toward the kitchen under the help of Brev.
[Saraid(#16811)]
"I've never seen a Shire hobbit yet," says Saraid distantly. "I hope that your foot is well, sir. I must be off." She lets the two go on and turns as if to walk off.
Brev's grip is firm and his hand steady, though he moves briskly, without giving the hobbit any time to complain. "Here we go," he comments as they reach the door. "I'll drop past the Healer's House anyway, shall I? I'm sure they've little enough to do ..." He grins, suddenly.
Saraid's departure brings an abrupt frown, and he gives her a rather odd look, but says nothing.
Boldibad braces himself on the frame of the door, "Well, I can't imagine that they are too idle at the moment, what with these Bree humans running around, accosting good people! You sound as though you aren't from here, and, perhaps that's a good thing. I advise you kind folks keep a vigilant eye--some people around here are just no good, take it from me!" He rubs a deep, red scar on his forehead. "Well, good afternoon!"
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid looks back over her shoulder, catches Brev's look. "I will go with you to the healers?" she offers. "So thenI may know where it is? So I may help?"
Brev manages to look rather startled at the accusation of Bree humans accosting people. Incredulous, even. However, he nods politely to the hobbit. "All right now? Then I'll be on my way. Good afternoon."
At Saraid's offer, his features twist into a lopsided smirk. "Of course." He jerks his head, clearly expecting that she will fall in behind.
Boldibad smiles as though his initial evaluation of the foreigners was wrong, and he turns into the kitchen.
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid catches up and.... it's true, she's behind, but not by very much. "
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[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid briefly smiles, and then it is gone. "
Brev snorts at that. "
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Saraid pats her side. "
Brev considers that. "
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Saraid gives a little snort at his joke, watching him out of the corner of her eye. "
Players: Saraid, Brev, Boldibad
Located in: Dunlending | Shirefolk
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