Angmar

I hear from my sources that there has been a murder of a halfling in the inn at Bree. Most distasteful. It appears that agents of the northern rising are implicated in what can only be a fumbled fiasco. Entering a public place... killing a halfling. A halfling! The killing of a halfling is as fear-inducing as a pair of children scrumping apples in a neighbours garden. For shame. Killing is the tool of those with little wit for anything else. Useful, but only rarely.

She set about collecting some wood for a small camp fire, having found an area to make it that would be sheilded from the edges of the mountaintop. Making ready a carcass of one of the Craban she had killed, she set it within the fire to cook. After a few moments she heard Amlarad's footsteps approaching, a huge feeling of emotion welled up inside her and she fought hard to contain it. Keeping her focus on the fire she barely looked up as he acknowledged her, instead she turned the meat by the fire so as not to let it burn.