A message from the Order

"Ah, there you are, knight with the golden hair!" Laughing out loud in a very mocking way, the obviously drunk soldier took a seat in front of Turgur, smacking his mug on the table. With nothing but a dull expression in his eyes, he examines how the soldier keeps on trying to drink from his mug, even though he spilled more than half of its content while taking a seat. "This knight with the golden hair does have a name, bloody idiot! Now, I think you had more than enough for this day, my friend. I'm glad you know how to celebrate that victory on those orcs, but still... You shouldn't make a fool out of yourself like this." Slowly, Turgur stands up and walks around the table towards his friend. "Now come on you, time to take a bath! Let us hope it'll sober you up a bit!" With no effort at all, he lifts the young man up and lays him over his shoulders. Making sure he does not bumb against anyone else in the hall, he starts his quest to reach the doors... 

"Can you open those doors for me, please, good sirs?" The two guards standing at the door smile widely at Turgur and his cargo. "Well, seems this young lad doesn't know his limits! Get him out of here, before he throws up! We do not want that! Oh and Turgur, don't stay away too long will ya? We would gladly listen how you defeated those orcs at the farmstead over a pint of ale!" Turgur nods slowly, answering them with a warm smile. "Understood! I'll be back in a minute!" After these words, he steps outside, into the clear night, and heads for the small pool down the main road, humming an old battle song form his homelands...

With loud curses, the young Rohirrim crawls out of the undeep pool. Turgur laughs heartily, producing a warm and clear laugh that sounds through the entire street. "My friend, I thought you Rohirrim were horse riders! Not sea horse riders!" After another while of laughing, he decides to give the young man a hand and pulls him back up. But then he feels a slight touch on his shoulder. Surprised, he turns around immediately, drawing his dagger during that movement. But then he sees it's but a mere man, holding a paper for him. "Please don't hurt me, sir! I only came to deliver this to you!" Turgur sheaths his dagger again, apologizing to the man while doing so. "I'm sorry, good man. You only startled me. Here, take this as a reward for bringing this message to me. And as an apologize for what I did." Sending a thankful nod at Turgur, the man walks away, looking in the small purse. Turgur himself finds him intrigued by the message. Who in the the name of the Valar would send him a message? Having difficulties to recognize the symbol in the wax, he walks closer to a torch. With the light shining down on the seal, he recognizes it immediately and breaks the seal quickly, to read the content of the letter...

"Oh by Tulkas and his hairy toes! My friend, I fear I can not spend any other day here. My lady, head of my Order, summons me with great urgency. I'm sorry..." The young man tries to look over the shoulder of Turgur at the content of the letter, but before he could see a thing, Turgur holds it up and burns the letter. "What's the matter, Turgur? Can't stand to see how I best you in a drinking competition?" says the young man in an attempt to cheer up the older man. Turgur shakes his head slightly, yet doing so with a slight smile. "I am afraid I can not talk about this, my friend. Would you tell to those guardsmen that I will tell them that story I owe them when I'm back here? Oh and my friend, please be careful! Don't you dare to do anything stupid! I shall return whenever I can." The young man answers with a nod. "I think you'd better go now, Turgur. The less I know, the better, I think..." The old man smiles warmly and pats him on the shoulder in a friendly way: "Oh cheer up a bit! I'm not riding towards my own funeral! Now, untill we meet again, my friend." With these last words, Turgur turns around and runs to the stables. Only a couple of moments later, he leaves Eaworth with great haste. Looking stern ahead of him, he hums an old drinking song he once heard, wondering what awaits him in Bree and the house of the Order of the Seven...