TOR2: T'was the Eve of Midsummer

[Muskrat]

Vidar smiles at Targon and says, "I would be honored to work with you." He turns back to Lady Gilraen and says, "My father Vali leads one of the noble houses of the Blue Mountains. He's an old-fashion warrior, but listens when I advise him on the importance of diplomacy. I'm sure you and your people have your own contacts in the Blue Mountains, but I would be happy to arrange a meeting with my father if you would like."

[Jon]

Periwinkle sneaks in through the door and joins the group silently, not wanting to disturb the serious discussion taking place.

Action

Stealth (favoured): Feat Die: 8*,5* Success Die: 6,5,3 Totaling: 22. She uses her virtue The art of disappearing to avoid being a nuisance, but does not remain hidden after she arrives.

[silverfoxdmt73]

"Master Vidar, I would be grateful of any help from the valiant dwarves of the Blue Mountains." Lady Gilraen nods slightly, a brief smile of gratitude crossing her otherwise solemn face.

"I believe you could reach the small village of Combe before nightfall if you set off now, but I think it might be wiser to travel at sunrise, so as to give yourself more time to survey the lands about the village in the full sun." She suggests, gaining nods of agreement from the two other rangers with her.

OOC

If you want to RP your evening at the Pony, or start preparations for the journey, I'm happy either way. I'll be on vacation until mid-July and will post again when I return.

[Muskrat]

"Aye," says Vidar. "Given that we know of no imminent attack, I think it makes sense to wait till the morning."

[RorytheRomulan]

"As you say, Lady, a wise choice," Fargrim chimes. He thumbs his breeches, aloof over the young master's offer and its reception. "If you hear any other news, we'll be by the stalls plying our trade, on the green, or supping at the inn."

[Jon]

After Lady Gilraen and her two henchmen departs, Periwinkle jumps up on the table with a huff.
“So, folks, Combe it is then?”
She turns around so she can see and speak to everyone.
“I'll guide you there if you wish, even if I suspect both Ragnarr and mister Hugh here both know the way. And you too, of course, Targon. Alas, it’s a short trek, less than a day along a decent trail up and down the hill, if we prolong the march until evening.”
She pats the worn messenger bag hanging at her side.
“I’ve delivered some correspondence between mister Bilbo and this wise old chap, Oswald Breeker of Combe, so I know him a bit and a piece. Mister Oswald’s a nice enough fellow once you get to know him, but the rest of the Combeses are a surly lot, if you pardon me saying so. Seems more interested in their dogs, sheep and cabbage patches than letters and the outside world. But, if they need help, we'll do what we can, right?”
Periwinkle sits down and dangles her legs over the edge of the table, displaying a pair of curly, well-walked feet.
“So, do we have everything we need for the journey? Or do we need to make some more preparations before the morrow? I, for one, will stock up on Ulfhild’s cherry crusts while they last!”

[Muskrat]

Vidar smiles at Periwinkle, enjoying her enthusiasm. "Well, it seems as though we are in good hands. Fargrim and I are prepared for a long journey." He turns to Hugh. "You should buy the supplies you will need to travel with us anyway--now may as good be a time as any to do so."

[RorytheRomulan]

Fargrim's eyebrows go up at the idea of Peri leading them to the imperiled town, but then again, given what he knows of her, perhaps it is for the best. "Hrm, I suppose it is better to travel in strong company than alone for a temerous hobbit like yourself. Listening this whole time, were you Periwinkle?"

[silverfoxdmt73]

"Down from that table now lass!" Barnabas says, "Your mucky feet all over is the last thing people want to see." He laughs jovially.

"If you're all wantin' refreshments, I can see my way clear to an ale on the house and something for the road in the morning." He looks at you all expectantly.

[Muskrat]

"That's right kind of you," says Vidar to Barnabas. "I will certainly accept your kind offer."