Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26453572-20160222224745/@comment-26863727-20160503014908

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

Aramirtheranger wrote: He thinks something is up. Dex creeps behind, blessing the unorthodox methods they use in the corps to teach stealth. Galadriel and Faenor winds slowly down a stone path and into a garden. They both turn to face him.

"Come further, Deximus. You have fear upon you, and weight of care, and those are not unwarranted. But you have nothing to fear from us."

Faenor turns to the shadows beyond.

"Come out, as well, ye who linger there." "I have a tendency to distrust those with non-military authority. Rather necessary in the Empire these days."