Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20170418205753/@comment-26210095-20170423064252

Meanwhile, deep below the Umbarian Flagship...

The Admiral walks in to the tiny, sunless cell that Herendil has been kept in. Food and drink have been withheld from him for days, now, and Herendil is starving. The Admiral walks in with a silver platter with fine filleted fish, garnished with spices from Rhun, as well as a glass of fine Dorwinion wine. He sets it down on the table, right out of Herendil's reach, who is chained to the wall of the ship. "I am sorry about the manner in which you have been treated, my Prince. There are few men of class and noble blood on this vessel, like us two."