Adso's camp

Thrust, slash, slash, thrust, repeat. A tedious routine, as he had assured her. She did not expect any less.

Runs around camp, some errands for Adso's men. carrying supplies to and fro, negotiating with debtors... Truly, that hobbit had too many foes, and far too much debt.
 

Her sword was blunt, to her own favour, as she challenged the thieves - thrust, slash. Minimal blood was drawn, but her message was clear.
 

       After the moment passed and the two lovers were reunited once more, the others of the Household stirred into action.  Applecider exhaled a bit and set to work over the cookfire and kettle, then moved to unpack things from her saddlebags.  Lancogard stood beside her, clearly trou

          House Bar-en-Acharn gathered their mounts and themselves outside the ruins of Ost Barandor, looking to find their next path on their hunt for the missing Cutch Crane.  The light was already fading into the gloaming of the night, the shadows deepening beneath the trees.   

The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We want to feel we are in control of our own existence. In some ways we are, in some ways we're not. We are ruled by the forces of chance and coincidence. Was it a coincidence or chance that Lyfrid crossed paths with Brulk at Adso's Camp early that day or was there forces we cannot see operating the pulleys and levers of life.

(External;Lotro/Slowtro) where Hamskald vows vengeance on the Dourhands who stole nails Talarka had routed to Adso's camp.

And I found him…