8/25/2008
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IC time is: Late Afternoon < About 5:35 PM >
IC day is: Ormenel <Heavens-day>
IC date is: Flash Back
Moon phase: Waxing Crescent <HIDDEN>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 20 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3044>
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RL time: Mon Aug 25 10:51:50 2008
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Large Field
This field takes up most of southeast Bree, between the back of the marketplace and the outer hedge. It is large enough to
comfortably accomodate a few hundred people, making it a perfect place for social events in the village, assuming the
weather is suitable. In the southwest corner of the field, just inside the hedge, a huge oak stands proudly, providing a
large amount of shade to a portion of the field in the daytime.

The day sky is clear with only slight wisps of clouds overhead. The late afternoon autumn air is cool but pleasant around
you.

Contents:
Galharth
Henleg


The late afternoon sun shines brightly upon the open field that lays to the Southeast of Bree. On most days this field might
host a few squirrels, a dog, and any number of birds, but on this day another stands in witness to the shining sun and a
gentle breeze. Walking slowly with his head down, the Tailor Galharth moves slowly, if not with some hint of discomfort.
Silvery hair hangs, covering a good portion of his face, but what can be seen is a delicately colored as his clothing.

"Fool....." he mutters aloud, reaching for the now empty spot where his longsword should hang. Drawing in a deep breath, he
releases it slowly and continues along, moving within the grass.

From the shadowy alleyway that goes to the market a tall figure comes, although probably the Elf's keen eyes would be able
to tell who it is before the figure comes into the sunlight, for 'tis no other than Henleg, who goes by the name of Grey in
the Bree-lands. As the tall Ranger espies the Tailor, he quickly approaches him, throwing back the cowl that covered his
face. "Well met!", he calls, and even if his face is smiling, there is concern in his eyes. "How fare you, Galharth?", he
adds, as he nears the Elf.

Turning to the sound of a familiar greeting, the Tailor looks up, revealing a muddled mess of bruises upon his fair face.
"Likely better than I look," Galharth says softly, though fondness brings forth a smile dispite the embarrassment of his
looks and the events that brought them. "And you, mellon? How has time fared with you since our last meeting in a land
fairer than this?" Pausing, he steps closer to the Ranger, and adds with a lower voice, "Maglind told me that you helped to
bring me back to the Inn. I was a bit off then, but I wanted to thank you for that."

The Ranger nods, and Galharth's smile is mirrored on his face. "Indeed, mellon", he says with lowered voice, abrely above a
whisper, "but no thanking is due, for I did it out of friendship. There shall be no debts owed or due between us, mellon,
for we are friends", he adds. "However, now that you bring up the subject... 'tis about this woman, Cordelia, that I wanted
to talk to you about", he says, as he looks about with his keen grey eyes, making sure no one overhears the conversation.
"Maglind and I went south in haste, for she had fled after her foul deed, and we caught her. Yet I will hear from you why
she attacked you, for I had not heard anything like that from her before, mellon... this is most strange to me, and I do not
like unsolved riddles".

"Nor I, mellon, nor I." Galharth says as his arms lift to cross protectively over his chest. "I met her while shopping for
buttons," he says pausing to hold up one hand as if to stop anything being said on the matter of buttons, "....and say not
about the buttons for I've already taken a fair share of teasing from Maglind, Thorhur, and Ostiel." Lowering his hand back
to cross his chest, he clears his throat. "As I said, I met her while shopping, and the venom of accusations addressed to
her by others in the shop drew me into solving what seemed to be a curious matter."

Looking to the Alleyway, not far from where he'd been attacked, the Tailor frowns. "She seemed a scattered young woman,
flighty and filled with chatter and nonsense, and it seemed odd that people would accuse her of kidnapping and murder, and
other dire deeds." Shaking his head as a breeze kicks up to move his teal robes and silver hair, he sighs. "I went to speak
with her sister, and came away almost sure she was being manipulated into doing things against all that might be considered
good...."

Henleg nods as Galharth speaks, his face turning grave. "Manipulated, you say? By whom, I wonder... and for wht", he says
aloud, but offers nothing more as he regards the tailor intently.

Clearing his throat, Galharth looks up to Harper, and nods. "I know not what else I can tell you, for I have no proof that
the Mara that I knew from my own capture by Orc is the same Mara that brought Cordelia's sister as a means to control the
young woman's actions." Looking down to the book, a frown is evident on the Craftmasters face. "I have only suspicions based
on a connection that I can not seem to release from my own experiences."

"Cordelia's sister told me that she and her family are from Buhr Mahrling, and that she had been recently brought to live
with her sister. The child further explained how certain family members were mean and treatening, but Cordelia had saved
her." Galharth says, turning his gaze towards the Ranger. "I arranged to speak about this with Cordelia, here...." he says
lowering his hands to sweep towards the spot he'd been found only days before. "She admitted to this manipulation, stating
that her parents still lived in Buhr Mahrling and that due to bad decisions made by her father, the family owed alliance to
this woman she named Mara."

While difficult to tell, under the bruises, the Tailor blushes with embarrassment. "I jumped to conclusions, pairing the
Mara I had known when held captive by Uruk, to the controling woman mentioned by Cordelia." Shaking his head, he adds, "I
had no proof, just reaction, but before it could be explored I was hit in the back of the head and left."

"You say you've heard of this Mara?", Henleg says, as his face turns from worry to somberness. "That is evil news. And of
the wild folk of the east I have read, and they seems to have been in allegiance with Mordor in the wars of the Southlands",
he adds. "This indeed troubles me, mellon... and I think the Captain should know about it soon. If you go to Imladris, seek
him there, and if you cannot find him leave messages that henleg needs him in bree, and let him know all this. Having one of
those wild folk here is not good news... specially if she serves the Shadow of the east", he adds.

"I've heard of /a/ Mara, a vile witch who's heart is blacken with cruelty, but I've no proof that this woman and the woman
mentioned by Cordelia is one and the same." Galharth says with a shiver. Rubbing his arms as if to ward off some cold, the
Tailor continues. "It was a quick reaction, fueled by a memory, and yet it caused her and someone working with her to act.
So indeed, suspicions and rash behaviors all add to something most foul."

Pausing the movement of his hands, he tilts his head. "Captain? Forgive me, I am but a crafter so find myself at a loss as
to who is who in the ways of Guards and protectors."

Henleg laughs. "You know him, Master Tailor, for 'tis no other than Aragorn, son of Arathorn", he says, "yet in these lands
people know him as Strider. I'd advise to call him so, till you reach the safety of Imladris".

A laugh escapes the Tailor's lips and he nods. "Trust is held, mellon, for even the Uruk have found that I say nothing even
when my most favorite garments are stolen and fouled as a creatures costume." The laughter however brings weariness and as
the sound fades, the Tailor takes a step to the alley and the path back to the Inn. "Alas, I must leave you now, for I'm
still weaker than I care to admit, and the time has come for me to rest." Taking another step, the ellon looks over his
shoulder. "Be careful mellon, if this woman would do to a simple crafter what she has done, you pose a greater threat."

With that said, the silver haired ellon departs, fading quickly into the shadows.