Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-25356210-20151104005706/@comment-26444332-20151105134454

Faenor, occupied with some wild flowers, does not notice them until they are almost right next to him. With a startled cry an Elven dagger seems to leap from baldric to hand, the blade resting lightly against the other diplomat's throat. Faenor realizes that the other person is another emissary, and the dagger is placed back into the scabbard.

"Don't do things like that, please!" Faenor says, his voice betraying his relief. "I could have killed you!"