Toric_Arthendain
Explorer
Bihlbo said:Mardo looks as though he just realized something and stands up straight, dusting the remnants of travel off of his jacket. "Valurel, I'm sure it's nothing more than a cooking fire or someone making charcoal, no doubt."
"Nothing more than a cooking fire? You have some strange notions about the ferocity of this world we live in. In a place that will chew you up and spit you out, there is no such thing as nothing more than a cooking fire," Valurel growls fiercely.
Bihlbo said:As he speaks, Mardo reaches deep into his cart and pulls out a very small pack. He unfolds it and retrieves a folded piece of black silk. "Many reasons a fire might be smoking in the middle of the day. A kiln or forge, maybe. I could check it out for you though, since you seem to sense danger from some direction." With the black silk tied around his head, and the dark brown jacket, Mardo seems strangely confident, for a cheese trader.
"Do you plan to simply walk up to that fire and introduce yourself?" Valurel asks, almost laughing. "There is always danger about! None of us have had a good nights sleep in recent memory. We have been hunted by all manner of evil and vicious creatures. We have been betrayed by those we called friend! Maybe along the river where you conduct your business it is easy for you to slip under the Shadow's attention but that is not the way of things out here!" Valurel snarls.
Turning away from his companions, he sits down hard, arms resting on his knees and head hung in exhaustion.