<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://ichef.bbci.co.uk/images/ic/1200x675/p01b0gxp.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Dagrahir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=340173.msg16125920#msg16125920) <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fine Gondorian clothing over the mail of his armour and a cloak with a silver clasp. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/23/55/0a/23550a68edf4f38dd2eae468234cbf85.jpg)<br/><strong>Time:</strong> TA 3014, Winter<br/><strong>Condition:</strong> Concerned and intrigued<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Pracing Pony of Bree-town<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Barliman Butterbur, Cat<br/><hr/><br/>The folk within the Prancing Pony took some Dagrahir's attention whilst he waited for the innkeep to present himself. Some put him at ease, some put him on some edge, and some outright concerned him. The first was by far the largest group, that being the simple Breelanders going about their evening, they seemed decent if simply, but he could not expect anything else from the placid remnants of the North Kingdom. The second, well, that was peopled primarily by the Dale-men, the Elves and the other folk who looked like they were from nearby, for they <em>should</em> be decent as well and trusty to boot, but one could never be sure and he knew little of Dalemen and folk who lived primarily in the wilds, particularly the massive golden-haired maiden. The third... well that was dominated by the Easterling woman he spied, for she seemed to do little to hide herself. He would be keeping his eye on that one. He did not, for all his scrutiny of some, see the man who looked to be terrified of his presence, so concerned he was with the woman of the east.<br/><br/>But then Barliman greeted him and spoke of news. News that found Dagrahir a welcome listener. <strong>"A man in a black cloak and helm?"</strong> He half asked and half said. Good, the figure he'd been sent to look into wasn't subtle, typical of the Black Numenoreans to be open and blatant in their moves. The mention of Fornost peaked his already held interest and he almost looked surprised, for he in fact was. <strong>"Folk live still in Fornost Erain?"</strong> That was news and make no mistake. In Gondor it was a held belief that all of the old cities of the north save one were abandoned, from Anuminas beside lake Evendim to Tharbad at the bridge. He had seen Tharbad and it was a haunt of bandits and brigands, not a place where folk actually lived. To hear that Fornost might still be held by the men of Arthedain brought a ghost of a smile to his lips.<br/><br/>His smile faded as he went on. Dagrahir looked at the red-haired woman who asked about a possible claim to the North Kingdom. <strong>"If the Line of Isildur persists yet that would be welcome news."</strong> He regarded her for a moment, she looked capable. <strong>"Tell me master Barliman, do you know any more of this man in a cloak and helm of black? Better yet, do you know where he is?"</strong></div>