Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26184570-20151202042359/@comment-26237442-20151204170906

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: (Their voices would still hurt)

Faenor slings his bow over his shoulder.

"Then I shall be scouting ahead. You may work with these Yrch, but I have seen their kind before, and their forebears. You know not the cruelty I saw in the pits of Angband. No-one here does, except for Edacnik."

At that he walks into the night, vanishing in the mists.

ahem!