Why send anyone out to tell a tale if you're still in the middle of trying to create an ending. Surely if we succeed, the warning you'll be heading others will be out of date.
The same blockade you're also asking us to try and clear out. " Also, if we were to take on this blockade you speak of, would the two of you be joining us? If I understood things correctly, the three of you are tasked with warning the people to the west not to travel via the old Lhesper Trail because of a blockade. "Stinks of orc somewhat, saer."Īlastor listens to the others tell the lions about the orc-encounter and he sees that Chatty has written something on the ground, but while he is sure she is asking about some important tactical stuff, there is just one question he'd like answered first: Aye, see here, the quick-release catches on the straps? I'm amazed it's in such good condition as it is-" He frowned, leaning closer, taking a sniff of the air near the buckler's rim. well, back to the time of Fogmount's Riders. Our folk haven't used shortspears from the saddle since. The curve of the shield's face was made to best use with shortspear, not warsling. "The watch's not used bucklers like this for decades, nar, centuries. Well, pardons, not our Lions, saer," said Danras, his enthusiasm flaring up again. "Then the insignia on the shield is that of the Lions of Rethmar?" asked Aeric. There's an antique and make no mistake! Last time I seen one o' these was hangin' up on a wall all polished up in the backside of the Armory!" And his frown became a mixed look of surprise and delight as he got a chance to inspect the buckler. The last halfling, Danras, had walked over with a frown of concentration as Alastor produced the shield. The longer that blockade stays, the more materiel and troops we have to put aside to deal with it."
I know the Lord would be grateful if you could, and the sooner the better. Well, you're not part of any military force, so I've not the right to command you, but. Janhorn glanced to Zahra, who'd been listening off to one side, and then to the two boys on the back of Deux. "We do have the charge of others with us who are not suited for war, saer." I can pinpoint where the blockade is for you."Īeric strictly speaking didn't need to clear his throat to talk, but did so. You could ford the river here, in Talar, and cut northeast to Witchcross, follow the Lhesper Trail from there. It'd spare the Lions having to sortie in force to remove it, and that'd be a blessing - there's a hundred other things the Lord'll need us to be doing ahead of Rethmar falling under attack, and opening the Lhesper Trail would allow us to call for help from Shaarmid. I know you're talking about making a plan of counterattack, but I'd rate taking that blockade out pretty high on the list of priorities in any such plan. You're saying you killed a dragon, so if your troupe's keen, I know the Lions at least would appreciate it if you could take on the blockade. "Actually, if you're looking to help, there is something you might do. He stopped, looking over the circus one more time. Don't much care for splitting our task more than it is, but needs must-" "I'll get Copperfellow to head back with my shield to Rethmar while Danras and I keep moving down the Dawn Way. Especially given the rider's raised half the towns on the Dawn Way already." The Sud shook his head. Believe me, given the rider and what you're telling us, the Lord won't ignore what's being said. This information, and the timeline in particular, matters more the earlier it gets to those who can use it. If you'll just maintain the illusion for a few moments, Cul Copperfellow - look alive there, lad! - will memorise the salient details of it, and we'll be on our way - oh." He looked at the inside of his shield, where the map had appeared, and then back to the troupe.