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[starrydome]

 There is an elf lord in the Bar today.
He arrived dressed warmly with a quiver and a bow well suited for hunting,  but finding himself here he has removed the outer layers if his clothing, ordered tea, and placed bow and quiver on a chair next to him.

He'll move them if someone wants the chair. He just wanted them off the floor while he removed his outerwear.

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[protect_and_survey]

"Good evening, sir!" Jemma has tea, which makes all right with the world. Or at least all right with her break from the lab.

[starrydome]

"Good evening Jemma," he replies with a smile. "Should I -?" Indicating his willingness to move things out of the way.

[protect_and_survey]

"Oh, I can just pull up a chair...?" She offers instead - after all, she's the one intruding.

[starrydome]

"It's no trouble. "
It really isn't.

The quiver is moved to rest against his chair and the bow is placed on the table.

[protect_and_survey]

Jemma settles into the newly opened chair, unabashedly curious about his weaponry.

"Were you hunting tonight?"

[starrydome]

"It's past midday at home," he replies with a smile. "And I was just about to head out. The winter has been hard and the wolves are getting bold."

[protect_and_survey]

She turns this idea over in her head - she supposes she's just never thought of that before, how seasons could actually be so impactful on life in a peaceful valley.

"Oh dear - are they difficult to hunt?"

[penderwydd]

"Lord Elrond," said Tegid, "It is good to see you."

The man was much changed since last the two had met. His scars were gone, for one.

[starrydome]

"Likewise, Tegid," Elrond replies.
"You look well."

[penderwydd]

"There have been some changes to my world," said Tegid, "Even the scars on my hands are gone."

He held out his palms for inspection.

[starrydome]

"So I see," Elrond says.
"And have all changes been for the better?"

[penderwydd]

Tegid's smile faltered.

"There are a few things I wish had been restored," said Teigd, "I lost a good friend."

[freedom_is_grey]

"Did you come here to hunt, or did Bar find you in the middle of hunting?"

Ysalwen approaches a little cautiously, as if unsure of her welcome or worried about intruding.

Liranan, meanwhile, worries about none of this and sniffs busily, looking for anything interesting. (Namely food.)

"Hello, Lord Elrond."

[starrydome]

He smiles at both dog and lady.
"The latter. The wolves are getting bold at home and so we go to discourage them."

[freedom_is_grey]

She smiles back, just a little crookedly.

"At least they're not possessed?"

A pause.

"I hope they're not possessed, anyway. Regular wolves can be troublesome enough."

[starrydome]

"They are not. But some have been running with the armies of our Enemy, and they are vicious creatures," he replies.

[freedom_is_grey]

"Oh dear, that does not sound good. Do you have enough manpower to stop them without losing too many of your own?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

There is a tall, blond Viking leaning in a slouch at the bar, with an axe, sipping mead and grinning, not staring, by this point.

[starrydome]

Elrond looks up and seeing him, inclines his head politely in greeting.

His own face is unlined, but his eyes, deep and bright, are ancient.
And his ears are gently leaf-shaped, peeking out between delicate braids.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar nods back.

"You have a very interesting bow," he says, wondering what happened to the warrior's ears.

[starrydome]

Elrond smiles.
"Thank you," he replies. "It is old and worn, but my fingers know it well."

And he moves the quiver to the floor and the bow unto the table. So he can come over and get a better look.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar wanders over. "It's a little like the bows that come up with the merchants from the Rus and the areas around there," he says. "But not quite. What goes into making it?"


[[OOC: You saw the tumblr post about Elven recurve bows??]]

[hey35andholding]

[OOC: Room for one more?]

[starrydome]

Always :)

[hey35andholding]

(EE)

"All right, who're you planning on shooting?" Clem doesn't know people can hunt here - she goes and hangs out in the woods sometimes, but she's not usually looking at the natural world.