A just question, my liege. Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear. "Lathspell" I name him. Ill news is an ill guest.
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edeneth said,“They have been trespassing….and thus need to be punished,”
inweelanesse said,“Jealousy… anger… idiocy,” he listed a few reasons “-why else?”
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thehobbitelo said,The man felt a tinge of pity. Small… but there. He unlocked the cell and opened it wide “-leave this place, run as fast as your tiny legs will carry you… and spread word. Nobody trespasses on Orthac, under penalty of death… do you understand?”
inweelanesse said,“Inwë… I see,” he sheathed the dagger once more, and stood as straight as he could “-my apologies…” he cleared his throat “-I get many attackers,”
Somewhere, in a quiet corner of a tavern, a certain little Hobbit is sitting with a half-emptied mug of ale. She’s already in a fairly woozy state due to what she’s already consumed, but refuses to move until it is finished.
The…
Poppy’s face paled, and a sick feeling came across her at his words. Surely they could not be true. Surely he was fooling her.
That, or it was the drink. Yes. It had to be the drink. It was causing her to hear the most foolish of things.
“Edeneth would never agree to that,” she said finally, fingering at her mug. “Ever.”
“Ask her yourself,” he said with a hissing chuckle “-she was extactic to become the Dark Lady… and soon…” he leaned forward “-she’ll be as corrupt as I”
inweelanesse said,“Who are you..” the man spoke low and dangerous, slowly unsheathing his black dagger.