Fellowship of the Dice

Borir walks over to greet Finn. Holding his favorite tankard in hand and overhearing their recent conversation, he asks, "She talks to birds?" The dwarf starts to chuckle, "You can say...." He pauses for a moment, then continues, "... she's a bit bird-brained. Hahaha." Borir slaps his thigh as he rolls in laughter, careful to not spill a drop of his ale with luck of the tankards cap sealing in mostly shut.

Rathar felt something lift in him when the elf appeared, whether it was something to do with the mystique of the elder children, or simply visitation from a companion, he was not sure.

The Woodman smiles a weak smile as she speaks, ignoring the whisper in his heart to stay, to avoid such danger again, then swiftly he puts his hand on her shoulder and says, "We go."

Varuthil smiles briefly, then says, "Good, we will set out in the morning. Let us enjoy the Woodmen's hospitality for the night."

By morning Rathar's spirit is high, to wander the eves of Mirkwood once more in the company of the elven woman Varuthil has brought strength to his legs. The pair set out at dawn, and after many miles, and surprisingly nice weather they reach the Easterly Inn...