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"Well, my bearded friends," Farael said, smiling at the dwarves "Gimli son of Gloin fought brabely alongside The King. That alone is worth mentioning but he fought a war it was not his own. And he did save quite a few lifes. I can even tell you, there is this cousin of a friend of mine whose father swears saw Gimli save his friend's life just outside the walls of the city. And I'm afraid I never got to wander around Helm's Deep during my stay in Rohan. My father..." Farael stopped himself "let's just say I did not do any sight-seeing. Just remained in the city doing "guard duty"... guard duty? but there's not much to guard against, not in Rohan, not in Gondor!" He made silence, thinking how it was that once and again his father had interfered and kept him 'safe' when all he wanted was a little adventure. But now he was far from home and far enough that not even his father could reach him.
"And to answer your other question Master Dwarf, I lost the trail of those bandits two nights ago. I shall keep looking for them but I am also looking for any company that may need my skills on their quest, which ever that may be. I can defend myself with the sword and I am an excelent archer" He puffed up his chest while thinking about his archery skills. "If you will believe what I say about myself, of course" he added, although that token of modesty was clearly fake.
Farael stopped talking - at times it seemed he could talk without breathing- and took a good drink of his ale. Settling down a little and remembering the dwarves might not be all too interested in how he had outscored his captain on an archery contest during his time in the Gondor Army, he helped himself to some more Ale and asked, while filling the dwarve's mugs as well
"Don't mind me if I ask too much Ibun, you mentioned you were sent by your King on a certain task.... yet I can't recall if you said what this task may be"
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