Chapter I: Blood on the Snow - February 25th, 2960
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Théofred looks shamed as he had forgotten his manners, forgetting to introduce himself to Sangric. "I am Théofred son of Folcred. I have not come this far South, for I hale from the Wold."
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Sangric presses his closed fist over his chest and bows slightly to Théofred. "A fine day to meet such companions. As to my travels, I've been all around the Mark, but I have seen the Golden Hall but once before this day."
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Ceorgrim did not enjoy the city. He had never enjoyed the hustle and bustle that city folk experienced and certainly did not enjoy this most recent experience. As a guard escorted him to his lodgings he inwardly cursed himself for accepting the merchants request to accompany him all the way to Edoras for now he was summoned by the King. Hardly able to refuse, Ceorgrim had made his way up to Meduseld and was now being led to a shared living space.
Stepping through the door, he glances around at the the room's occupants. He has his helm tucked under his arm and his shield slung across his back. In his right hand he holds a spear and on his hip is a sword and dagger. His weaponry might seem old and travel worn, especially his mail shirt, after many years in the wild. After a few seconds taking in the atmosphere of the room, Ceorgrim dips his head to the others in greeting and silently makes his way to a back corner, away from a fire where he begins settling into a lower bunk.
Stepping through the door, he glances around at the the room's occupants. He has his helm tucked under his arm and his shield slung across his back. In his right hand he holds a spear and on his hip is a sword and dagger. His weaponry might seem old and travel worn, especially his mail shirt, after many years in the wild. After a few seconds taking in the atmosphere of the room, Ceorgrim dips his head to the others in greeting and silently makes his way to a back corner, away from a fire where he begins settling into a lower bunk.
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"It is a pleasure to meet you Sangric, I am eager with anticipation of what the King has in store for us. I feel in my heart we shall raise sword and spear together on the field of battle soon." He raises his ale and takes a drink. After he lowers his mug from his lips he notices the newcomer come up from his silent bow. In response he nods back at the newcomer, motioning for him to join the conversation.
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"If we do, I hope we do in glory, but I also would not mind if we do in triumph that we may return to drink more of the King's ale," Sangric says agreeably to Théofred. As others arrive and make introductions, Sangric takes the mug Théofred offered and returns with it to the bunk near the fire, takes up his harp, and plays something subdued and unassuming, easy to speak over or even to ignore.
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Ceorgrim glances at the others from his corner bunk, setting his belongings out neatly. His spear and shield he rests against the wall by the foot of the bed and his helm he places before them. He sits on his bed once he had everything just how he likes it, setting his back to the wall so he can look around at the rest of the room and watch the door.
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"Well, I've not been in any battles," Istril speaks up once more. "And I've only slain a few beasts with my bow, so I expect if we do venture out together, that I shall be the one to mend any hurts or wounds you receive. That is my strength at any rate, and I believe my purpose here is to share what knowledge I have of the healing art. Do try not to lose any limbs," she adds cheerfully.
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Taking cheer from the company, Sangric waits a few minutes before rising to cross towards Ceorgrim. He draws the harp-tune to a conclusion as he nears the man, arriving with only a smile. "Greetings, fellow traveler. Should you prefer to keep your own counsel, I will leave you to it, but you should know that you are amongst friends and countrymen. Well, except the maid of Gondor, but she seems an amiable companion as well. The day will pass whether you see it with a smile and friends, or with neither, just the same."
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Ceorgrim watches as Sangric moves over towards him and draws his legs up to his chest, resting his forearms atop his knees. Offering a wary smile to the older man he dips his head ever so slightly in greeting and listens to what he has to say. "Your offer is welcome, though I am unaccustomed to company such as this." He gestures to the bed beside him or across from him, "Sit if you will, I would not mind the conversation."
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Though he makes a show of sitting carefully as if he were man of twice as many winters as he is, Sangric is warm and eager. "Did you receive a call from a rider of the King as well? I ask because I wonder what business might call such a gathering as we are. I may seem but a humble minstrel fit more for putting to words the deeds of the rest of the company, and so I am, but I also served as a guard in Aldburg for some time, and my spear is not only for show. And amongst hearty men of doughty deed we have a woman of Gondor with the gentle hands of a healer; quite the riddle, is it not? I thought mayhap your stanza might be the missing piece to solve it."
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