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After having some of the stew, Farael shakes his head "no, I don't think those orcs spouted wings. I don't even think they were orcs at all, but rather bandits. I believe they noticed me before I noticed them and somehow managed to go back to the trail without me noticing them." Farael sighed "And I know what happened is unusual, as my Lord The King has cleaned most of this lands from the evils of that one who was defeated and who's name I shall not repeat. Yes, highly unusual indeed." Farael went on to tell the dwarves, while absently nibbling at a bread slice, how he had spent the last few days on the forests, searching for any clues with regard to what had happened. Nothing was there to be found by him and soon he lost hopes, but came to the Green Dragon Inn for a well deserved rest before returning to Gondor.
Now his stew was starting to get cold and Farael noticed how hungry he really was, so he asked the Dwarves who had been giving the proper attention to their meals. "So tell me, my friends, how far away are these Blue Mountains you mention? this is my first trip to this side of the lands and I would like to see some more of it before going back home." At the same time, a loud crashing noise was heard from the kitchen and Farael turned around to see what had happened.
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