While Vestri is filling the flasks with beer from the keg, Sili says, "Vestri my young friend, fear not! No harm shall befall you, safe behind three ranks of Dwarf, Man, and Elf warriors. Hold the torch steady, and someday you'll tell your grandchildren about your victory over the Trolls of Khazad-dum."
To Ymir, "Thanks Doctor, the first of many, I am sure!"
Then Sili scratches Alf behind the ears. "You be a good dog, stay here with Miödvitnir and guard the camp."
Lómëluin stalks over to where Baraglin and Largo are preparing afternoon tea in the way that only Hobbits can.
"Master Banks! Master Harfoot! Your services are required within," he says, a pale light flickering in his eyes; "I regret that I must spoil your repast, but of the three Trolls you may have noticed the rest of our Fellowship battling, two survive." He looks at the sun inching its way into the West; "If unattended, they will probably return come nightfall. They have ideas concerning supper too - most unpleasant ones."
If Eremin is lurking anywhere within earshot; "Master Sulk; We re-enter the Mines. Your skills will be needed. A share of the treasures of Moria must be earnt...
And with that, he turns on his heel and heads back into the darkness beyond the Gate...
Last Edit: Jun 16, 2011 14:19:57 GMT -6 by doctorx
If no-one else leaves guards, Soval will tell Berangar, Ran, and Sutherland to stay behind here with the rest. "It would not be meet, if these travelers in our charge, were ill met." If others chip in and there are at least 3 total guards left behind then Soval will have Berangar come along after all. He advises them to try to stay out of sight, retreat if in any doubt, and to save lives before goods.
OOC: Ways, I will let you know what stuff I'm leaving behind, but things are super busy at home, so it may take me a bit. Sorry!
Post by waysoftheearth on Jun 17, 2011 20:00:26 GMT -6
Berangar the Northman, Ran the Hollander, and Sutherland the Duderling all remain behind to guard the camp. Truth be told, Soval notes relief in the slope of their shoulders and the set of their normally grim faces. Even Sutherland the hard-as-nails Dunderling has a quirky half smile twinging at the corner of his lip.
All of the hirelings who risk life and limb by entering Moria expect a quarter share in any loot for their incredible bravery.