Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20170401183633/@comment-26295802-20170404161408

Herendil steps out of the meeting, and is greeted by Eredan, Captain of the Guard.

"What's going on sir?"

"Nothing, Eredan, nothing... I'll fill you in later. Let's get back to Dol Amroth."

Herendil sighs. He misses the days when he had a faithful squire, a confidant to share things with. Back before Trav... well, back when Trav was still alive. Eredan was a good enough guard, but certainly no replacement for his friend.

"I need a good stiff drink. Let's head to the tavern."

A few hours later Herendil is found drinking at the bar, not noticing or not caring about Pane.