Of an Evening

[Chi'Gandir]

Chi'Gandir shook his head, declining the pipe weed. "I say we shall. Spend the night here and then when the dawn rises we shall depart. I may have been risen by bats, but slowly I am becoming accumstomed again to daylight." He smirked, "Under our wrath, the rivers of this world shall flow with blood," He laughed as he finished the rest of the whiskey in his dram and stood. "I'll meet you outside of the inn, in the back, by dawn. Odds are I'll have been awake for some time beforehand, and I will have horses ready."

[Núrutyáve]

When the morning came, early as Anar rose into the sky, still in her younger years in those days, Núrutyáve emerged from an upper window ere the innkeeper woke, and lightly dropped down to the earth. Early as it was, he already had a paper pipe between his teeth, and had managed to pilfer a skin or two or three, had filled one of them with whiskey and had also snatched a tote stuffed with food. Of course, mine good inkeeper knew naught of this. But such serves him good and proper for relaxing his guard when he knew full well of a drow loose in the area.

Núrutyáve walked lazily up to Chi'Gandir, who - true to his word - had two horses ready: by some miracle the blind fellow had known which of the horses in the stables was that of Núrutyáve. He was a very tall stallion, restive and firey and black all over, though his master had dyed his mane and tail crisp white. He was built lithe and light, though he tossed his head with an air above his stature. Núrutyáve was nothing if he was not pragmatic, and the name of his steed was simply Horse.

The drow tossed the skin of whiskey and the food to Chi'Gandir, smiling smugly, awaiting some comment concerning his lateness, even though light could only barely be seen in the distance. Then he trod over to the well which lay hard by, and filled up the other two skins with water, returned to his comrade, and slung the two over the back of Horse.

[Chi'Gandir]

(Me and Aaron are RP-ing over e-mail, so I'm finishing up this thread here for the both of us then posting some more for the two of us)

Chi'Gandir

"Decent timing," Chi'Gandir smirked as he grabbed the skin and food, slinging them over the back of his horse, whom he had taken to calling Bragol. He stood there for a second, listening so as to map out the land before them. He secured his two swords, making sure also to fasten the strap that held a small dagger hidden behind his knee. As he mounted his sword, he let loose a sigh, a calm, collective sigh.

"Lead the way, my good sir," He moved a bit upon his horse so as not to loose his balance. His disfigured hands moved through Bragol's mane, whispering into his ear, "Follow our companion. You are to be my eyes in this journey, Bragol." The horse showed no sign of reply, but Chi'Gandir knew he had been understood.

Núrutyáve

Nurutyave grunted and nodded, and gave spur to Horse. The great stallion leapt forward with a right good will, cantering at a goodly pace. Nurutyave rode upon him, sure of his way, and in this wise for many miles did the two ride, leaving the quiet town behind them, and setting their sights to the North.

{Continued in Doriath}