Part 118 – Northern Allies Eleswith looked upon the hat of Helesdir. The brown, brim and base of the band were stained in dry sweat from the brow of Helesdir.
Part 123 – Eastward Bound The rising sun in the village of Bree was bright and warm. All around, the patrons of the village bustled about on their work going
The Dwarf Chief Brogur had smashed his fist on the oaken table at least a half-dozen times in the last few minutes. His one eye narrowed and he raised his