The Siege

Papers fluttered through the air like feathers from a beaten pillow, facial hair and hands waved in madness and then there was silence. Thogen sat at his desk in his humble home. His hand rested upon his tired head which had been going over reports that had been brought in by Khlosi and Byli. "Twelve Trebuchet .. ten Batista and ten barricades! They mean one thing .. war .." he spoke, two fingers rubbing the bridge of his large nose. With a frown he continued to read over the report out loud at times " Barrels upon barrels of weapon ..

After the days of summer started to fade and the festivities of Harnkegger had passed business around Ered-Luin shifted back to normal. Wagons came and went from the courtyard of Thorins Hall and many traveler and traders walked with good business and the trees had already started to change in colour. It had been hectic day for Thogen who had finally returned from his business outside of the lands and delegations of military business had finally caught up to him. Paperwork and other mail filled the mailbox outside his home like a bird filling a nest.