The inn was dim, smoke hanging in the room like so many specters. The smell of barely makes him cringe as he closes the door. A slight spring breeze follows him inside, dissipating the odor for a few precious seconds. Looking inside he sees some familiar faces as he walks to the counter. Placing a few coins on the heavily grained table top, doubtless where a number of blades has made it's mark.
Now where from here? A few others has asked to accompany him to Imladris, yes. But that is the problem, would he have gone alone, could have easily reach the Gentle Lands. Now he has to look after the others as well. Not that it troubles him, to be honest, he would actually enjoy the company. It is a long journey, especially if one would have to take it alone. The lands east of Bree, the Lone-Lands, as it is called. Does pose some risk, as it is already. He has been stationed on top of Amun Sul, just to keep his eyes on such threats already.
The trip, journey, call it what you wish is not to be taken lightly. The risks of the so called trolls that is rumored to dwell the lands of the Trollshaws is enough for him to conceder a different approach to following the East Road. But is that enough to insure their safety? Or should it be wiser to rather stay on the roads? He has to find out more about the lands before he places the others lives in danger. As for the orcs that has been making camp along the East Road, well, that is not to threat about, he has seen some of the others fight, they would be able to look after them self in that regard. That is to say IF they would be attacked on the main roads.
"Aye? Aye!" Barliman looks at the elf standing by the counter, there are other patrons that also needs to be helped, he should hurry up, the elf has been standing there for the last few moments just looking at the table
Whit a shrug of his head Zargodon looks up at the man "Uh.. Yes. Sorry, can I get... " Looks preoccupied as he tries to think of the mundane task of ordering a drink. "Yes sorry, give me a red please" he eventually says.
Zargodon turns around, goblet in hand, and leans against the barrels next to the counter. His golden brown robes, thick and rich, the texture glistens slightly in the fire light. Slowly sipping at his drink he keeps his eyes fixed on the door, expectedly.
The inn is so quite tonight. Must have something to do with the wedding that is coming up, well that or the others are just still at home, normally the room would be teaming with life and sound right now. Zargodon shakes his head dismissing his thoughts he turns back to the counter. Lifting the copper goblet to the table, it catches the light of the fire cascading some of its rays on the his face. Well it's a shame he wouldn't be able to make it.
But first he needs to scout the Lone Lands again, tonight he would have to make a report to the Knights Of Eriador, and he would want to be prepared. Still have to find out what they are doing there? For that he would have to venture closer, and doing that he would have to wait for night fall.
