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Minstrels are known for their musical prowess, knowledge of lore, their ability to sway the crowd with their charm, and an acute sense of direction. If one would not contemplate too much on these characteristics, they could consider Swefenclide from Rohan as a Mistrel. Would his experiences in the Middle Earth forge him into a true Minstrel, or would he find a different calling?
Tolmen straightened his ancient styled robe with a critical eye, it would be busy in the hall with many a comrade and mourner to give the hammer hound a good send off. Not that Tolmen had ever met the quendë but he felt he should pay his respects also. Picking up a woven sack as he was leaving his lodging he limped down the road cursing the newish and unworn boots he had bought at the market.
The Black Steel met me as planned. Thankfully, he was not there. I knew the vagueness of the note wouldn't interest him. It would seem too mundane, too boring.
They are willing to help me investigate the disappearance of Mallor. Hopefully, I won't take long, but I sense that my hopes will not be fruitful. There is something foul in the air, I can feel it.
Mallor is missing. He was my informant on him. He would watch from a far, keeping tabs for me. I know of Mallor's past and what he was involved in. He said he'd gotten some news regarding it and I fear he's done something that he can't take back. I don't have time to go find more of his kin to search for him. This is too far out for the Bree-watch to deal with. My hand is forced. I'm going to have to ask them for help. I pray he doesn't come with them.