The Pentagrid Net

[Mathron]

Harnauro glanced up as he heard Erenfor leaving the inn, and looked the elf over. He had profited from the passing of centuries, and seemed filled with leadership and strength. Harnauro hoped he would not seek to still be an enemy - and if he was, Harnauro would do all he could to avoid fighting.

As Erenfor approached, Harnauro stood up straight, stretching his muscles, his gaze still locked on the elf.

"Greetings, elf captain." His tone was calm, but not harsh. His voice was rough, as it always was, but soft. "I recognize you, as you do me. Tell me, then, whether you will still be foe or not, for I have no room in my heart for any fighting save against the dark ones of Sauron's ilk."


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As Slythre headed off into the camp, Malagar faded into the night. He remained awake, for some hours, for sleep was not quite as important to him... and his dreams had been disturbed of late. It had been them that had driven him back here, convinced him he had a part to play, yet, within the realm of man.
He spent the night upon a tree limb, staring distantly away into the sky, and chasing thoughts in circles through his mind...