Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20160819225557/@comment-26184570-20160827182306

Galad's already up, prepared and preened. Sapa's chewing on a half-dead Orc, per the norm, and Turin's jumping around, warming up for the ride, occasionally stopping to poke his head into people's tents (no one's happy about this, he's very judgemental). There's a whole stock of tamales ready to go, there being all of the classic options.