Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26767096-20160214140723/@comment-26453572-20160214193107

Arahaelon removes his damp cloak (we have to let the overcast in Bree cliche live on!), places it, his sword, and his bags in a corner with his belongings, and sits down in the wagon. He is wearing all blue with silver designs. He says nothing, for now.