~~As I made my way into the clearing from the nearby woods I first set eyes upon him. He stood there………….still, silent, as if frozen. I made a quick dash for the tree stood nearby. He seemed to have a sixth sense as his stance suddenly changed. I could see he had drawn his sword.
As I crouched by the tree, hand on hilt of sword, I peered out toward where he now stood facing me. From what I could make out, as the sun had already set, he seemed a tall, well-built man, and his garb was most definitely dark in appearance. Enhanced no doubt due to the ever darkening sky.
I heard him call out to me, asking whom approached. I decided to confront him and answered him in the common tongue. I asked if he knew anything of a man whom went by the title “The Grey Warden”. The man was certainly dressed from head to foot in a dark grey garb, and he hid his face with a hood and mask. I could see only his piercing grey eyes. He did not respond in kind, in fact I almost thought he snarled even.
He claimed at first not to know anything about this so called Grey Warden. I simply claimed I was innocently after the whereabouts of this man, indeed even if he existed at all. I even showed him a “wanted” poster with the drawing of this man upon it. The poster had also obviously been tampered with by another claiming the man to be innocent of the said atrocities he had been deemed to have carried out. Even the word “hero” had been written on it.
This man asked my name, to which I replied “Greywolf”. I signaled for my companion, a large grey wolf, to come to my side. She had been keeping watch over me from the nearby woods. I took my leave of the man as I had already taken up a lot of his time, and he seemed to be growing impatient with me. I bid him farewell in Sindarin, which I knew also.
It was my words in the elvish tongue that gained his interest so. He came after me speaking in their language also. We conversed for a short while in the tongue of elven kind, and it was at this point I had finally found the man I was looking for.
We would talk about my mother and father of whom he knew many years ago. It was my main reason for wanting to find the Grey Warden in the first place. To see if he knew of any news from my father, whom I had not seen nor heard of in two years. Alas he said he knew nothing of him save only many years previous when my father had helped the Warden greatly. The Warden said he was forever indebted to my father.
We spoke until the nearing of dawn. I would take my leave of this man just before sunlight whilst he still slept. I have a feeling this will not be the only time I meet with him. This man of legend, a mysterious lone wanderer known only as………………
The Grey Warden…
