Diofant June 15, 2022 Bláin, son of Lofar Bláin had his hands placed on his sword's handle, examining the forest while the others spoke. He felt like he was probably the youngest of all present, and as such, didnt feel it proper to voice his own thoughts. The journey here had been far from easy, and he'd been particularly happy he was meticulous in choosing his gear, obsessing over it for hours. His feet hurt a lot less than he'd thought they would after such a trip. But getting a good breakfast out here... He gave a sideways glance at the beorning and the rangers. True, the folk of Beorn apparently had the art of making delicious honey-cakes; at least according to his father - but it didnt seem like this one brought any. The rangers... Well, he'd keep what he thought of them to himself. The worst offender was the man with the beard that looked like a haystack - what manner of calamity would force one to keep it in such a way? A brush was a simple thing. The boy at his side - he'd heard his name was Belgo - was busy repairing a quiver with a needle. The man seemed mirthless and gruff, but his tone when he spoke to the boy was a kind one, so maybe he wasnt entirely hopeless. At the very least, the dwarf hoped the squire wouldnt pick up on the horseman's habits. The elves... were elves. What was there to be said about them? The young dwarf sighed, rubbing at his eyes; hopefully this group wouldnt bicker too much. His older brother gave him a stern warning that most of them would be 'judgemental' about his mission to recover lost dwarven artifacts and secrets. Whatever that meant.
Diofant June 13, 2022 Bláin, son of Lofar Bláin had his hands placed on his mattock's hand, examining the forest while the others spoke. He felt like he was probably the youngest of all present, and as such, didnt feel it proper to voice his own thoughts. The journey here had been far from easy, and he'd been particularly happy he was meticulous in choosing his gear, obsessing over it for hours. His feet hurt a lot less than he'd thought they would after such a trip. But getting a good breakfast out here... He gave a sideways glance at the beorning and the rangers. True, the folk of Beorn apparently had the art of making delicious honey-cakes; at least according to his father - but it didnt seem like this one brought any. The rangers... Well, he'd keep what he thought of them to himself. The worst offender was the man with the beard that looked like a haystack - what manner of calamity would force one to keep it in such a way? A brush was a simple thing. WIP
Diofant June 13, 2022 Bláin, son of Lofar Attempting to formulate post with a template. Not working very well.
Diofant June 13, 2022 Bláin, son of Lofar Attempting to formulate post with a template. Not working very well.
