Kalabnalu the Spy

She was leaving.

It had been quite the night at the Huntsman and the Stag. Nimraph and Eira had confessed their feelings to each other, only after a cruel joke from Lycaon forced her bitterly silent anger. Lycaon had announced that a drinking game was to be held. On top of this, Eira became reacquainted with another like herself and Nimraph, Goldgel of Harad.

As the three had gathered around the table for the drinking game, a familiar dark presence walked into the inn. Kallan, the bandaged travel, had entered the Huntsman and the Stag. Then...

Then it all happened so fast.

Wrapping a cloth around his face, Kalabnalu grimly thought to himself, "I need to make sure that in case any of those pesky Dunedain are inside, they don't recognize my Numenorean blood."

Kalabnalu trekked close by the Greenway. He always kept the road in sight but never walked it. Passing the farming areas, a horse farm, and entering the Wildwood. Trekking the Wildwood, he hoped that perhaps an abandoned cabin, or maybe a small farm, could be found to settle in. Yet, soon enough, traversing the lakeside, he saw hints of civilization.

The dark man slipped through the trees of the forest, looking around the empty landscape. Soon, Sharkey would have control of this place. Bree land. A servant of Mordor, as opposed to Isengard however, this man had a different mission than securing Sharkey's miniscule throne.