The lands of the East was rich in many things. Stories of how the kingdoms started, the war, the adventures of some. How the kingdoms were ruled and the people in them were rich in stories. Thorgan told more about his Kingdom and its people. Of the kingdoms to the south of his and what he knew of the Clans of the Plains that they would be traveling though. The Plains stretched between two mountain ranges and the people there were made up of clans and were nomadic. They had no cities except their tent and wagon cities when they settled in for a period of time. There was no one clan that lead them, except for once, during the War of the Undead. That in it self took a great leader, the Lord of the Plains as he called himself. He united the clans and as a show of unity the clan leaders presented him with a simple token to show their unity and said any that wore it would be seen as the leader of all the clans. It was a simple thing, a piece of polished wood carved in the image of a horse that one wore about their neck on a silver chain. The clans united made a powerful force of Calvary, thousands in number. The Lord of the Plains took it to his Tomb when he passed on, and the clans once more fell to separate clans. One didn't cross the plains without some sort of token from the clans. Even though they warred with each other now and then, they respected the tokens. They were a fierce and hearty people that lived life to the most they could. Into this they would be going, and traveling North to find one of the stones. They would have to deal with one or more of the clans to receive safe passage through their lands.<br/><br/>"Aye." Flagdon agreed, "They be tempermental about the lands they claim for their clans. My brother here and his men had to cross the plains. They used wagons and magic to cross but had to negotiate with two of the clans territory that they had to cross. Cost a nice sum of gems but we have more where they came from." he grinned.<br/><br/>Lotharn smiled as he held her hand and relaxed. He went into a meditative state where his body and mind would be well rested after only a short time, much like Pegawen was doing. He understood her worry about Allassiel, but he did not think she would be as weak as Pegawen thought. She was strong and strong willed. She would not let something like the poison of the spiders keep her from what she had to do. Besides Pegawen would be there to see that the last of the poison effects were gone.<br/><br/>As he began to go into that state of mind, he wondered what his people were doing back in Rivendale. Those that came with him had magic and had again raised the protections that hid it from the human world. Elrond's magic had been powerful, but there were now others that equaled his power. They had studied under him and had learned much. He was probably not happy that they had returned to Middle Earth. But they were born there and felt it their home. They grew up in the forests and felt the bond strongest there. Besides, Lotharn and the others felt that mankind still needed guidance. A calm mind and wisdom to help keep the peace, when the humans hot blood might set the lands aflame with endless wars. He would return one day and hopefully with some of the elves from the East.