{"I did play for you, after all."}

"Banter... yes, I know of this."

Cardanith said as he leaned closer to the Table while casting his gaze over at Galtharian who had placed the elf's drink of choice down before him. All the while the scowl adorning his face almost forced itself to appear as a smile as he looked to Baralinion.

As the third son of a minor Rhunish noble and with little else to do, Tazamul's latest plan for financial gain was to sponsor a company of brigands to raid trade routes between Dale, Dorwinion, and the Iron Hills. His plan lasted for at least 3 weeks (a record) before he was found out by his house. Although robbing their Western rival was not necessarily frowned upon by the Easterlings, it was still considered a crime in order to keep the peace, and so Tazamul would have to be exiled. 

From Applecider Bolingbroke, at House Bar & Acorn on Waterbank Road, in the Elf-folks’ village of Torn-in-a-Duel, Fall o’Thorn, 

To Lancogard North-Took, Hon. Deputy-Shirriff, Offices of the Watch, Brockenborings, Northfarthing the Shire:

As she packed her journal and last few belongings into her bag, EllaD looked around the bare room that had been her home for the last few seasons.    “Time to move on again” she sighed.   Never quite content with the stability that had been offered to her on multiple occasions, an opportunity to return to Eriador had arisen, and she did not have to think twice.    Speaking with the Lady

The bed wasn't as lumpy as she'd claimed it would be. 

It was simply more fun to be outlandish and dramatic about these fond little provincial matters, especially to unsuspecting outsiders.

Like Baylen.