<div class="floatleft">(https://img.nickpic.host/uTgzDQ.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Galad (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=340173.msg16119811#msg16119811) (Galadhrion of Lothlórien)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as pictured<br/><strong>Condition:</strong>Needing to stretch his legs from a ride, hungry now that he’s scented food<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The taproom of the Prancing Pony<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>Galad listened carefully to the tales being told. He had discovered that humans may, at times not exactly record history correctly or exaggerate a great deal of facts. Yet for all of the little embellishments that happen as one person tells a tale that grows with every mouth—there are kernels of truth still there. Now he couldn’t go speaking for any ghost, so he wondered where that tidbit of knowledge came from. Perhaps it was poetic license?<br/><br/>Taking a mental step back, Galad removed some of what could be fanciful conjecture and left the story at its core. A man and a woman, terrifying. There were always going to be good and evil in this world, light and darkness. The people that strongly allied themselves with the dark, he considered shadows. “Did they say where they were going or perhaps someone saw what direction they left in?”<br/><br/>For evil to flourish, all it took was for good people to abandon their vigil. The forebear of his line had done that, and it cost them everything. Ignoring this felt wrong. Galad smiled as his order came in. “Why thank you.” he says to Nob and Bob. They were trying their hardest in a busy inn.<br/><br/>Galad’s good mood evaporated at Squint’s remark. He reminded himself they were just words. It would be too easy to get angry at someone threatening his friend. “You take things too far. Watch your words.” he warns the man but then he got up and left. Galad watched him leave waiting for the rancid man to gather his courage for another round of threats towards Lirion.<br/><br/>His wolf picked up on the mood of the man easily. His tongue went from a happy lolling to strict attention. He didn’t like it when his person got agitated. Galad turned back to Cat. “Indeed, it was once a great city of men. Perhaps it will be again. It does sound like there is a good reason to go.” he agrees with her. He liked travelling to begin with and he had left his home to see more of the world.<br/><br/>Lirion’s senses are sharp. Even through the din of a busy bar, the sound of panicked horses shrieking in fear of fire. “Excuse me. I think something is going on outside.” Galad says as Lirion’s head snap towards the sounds. His senses weren’t as great as the wolf’s but there was something going on. Standing he heads out to see what is going on, the white wolf padding beside him.