Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25597877-20170716040125/@comment-26535281-20170825152253

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Faenor lowers his bow, but the strangers will notice an arrow is still on the string; and they now know just how fast and accurate he can be. They know he would have little problems in striking them down.

'What business do you have in these lands?' "Master Han is running away from one of his old students and we, as your far eastern cousins, ask for refugee in the golden wood."