The arrival of Dreaghor in Bree Town

Bob grunted in effort has he hauled two large buckets filled with rubble up the road towards the Prancing Pony. Yesterday someone had driven a cart into one of the walls of the Pony's stables, Bob however did not believe at all that this all happened by accident. Given the extent of damage done, this could only be done on purpose or by extreme stupidity. Since dawn, a few hours ago Bob has been digging for rocks and breaking them up in buckets to the builders. As usual it was Bob who was chosen to do the least exciting job to be done. It had been drizzling all morning just enough so his clothes would stick to his skin but would not get wet. Now the sun had broken the clouds and Bob had broken a sweat he started itching all over his torso. As he reached he let out a sigh of relief and dropped the bucket, he was absently scratching his itches as he saw a group of men, who looked out of place here in Bree Town approach the Prancing Pony on foot, out of the corner of his eyes. Bob turned to face the newcomers and realized he had to be the last who noticed this group of serious looking men approach. A hum of whispers and murmurs filled the midday air as the group of men slowed their approach. Leading these man was a tall and thin man, his blond near silver hair waved in the wind as did his silver cloak draped over his shoulder. This small group was clad in different hues and shapes of leather and mail armor but all wore a similar silver cloak, all of them wore a variety of weapons, and some of them wore large backpacks. They came to a halt in front of the pony, but one man left the ranks and went insdide the Pony while the others did not move. Except for their leader their gazes roamed calculating over the crowd. Their leader however did not gaze upon anything, he just stared blankly in front of him. After a short while who that had entered the Pony now returned with a chair and placed it in front of his leader, where after he retook his place left and behind the tall blond man. Their leader rose up the chair and only now seemed to be taking in the crowd who waited expectantly for him. Finally after a half a minute he broke the silence with a rolling basso voice you wouldn't expect from a man of his stature but of one far burlier. "People of Bree" he spoke, "lend me an ear, I bring you an opportunity to lead a life of great worth". He paused while he let his gaze once again roam over the crowd then continued "We, [kinshipnamehere...] offer you to cast aside your weakness and uselessness as the forces of evil invade the lands around you, as it silently invades your homes and your minds. We offer you the chance to no longer ignore that, and whom enable this to happen. We offer you the opportunity to prevent further weakening and corrupting of your people." Again he paused, murmurs had grown louder, here and there some chuckled or whispered mocking words. But this this seemed not to have any effect on the speaker. No emotion could be detected in his features. "Join us," he began again, "Join the [kinshipname] if you wish your life no longer to be of no use. Join us if you have felt the forces of evil at work, and you wish to cleans Eriador form that evil. Join us if you have the strength, the will, the mind to face these often hidden foes." He let it sink in again by pausing then continued "We will not force anything upon you, join us from your free will, if you have one.". "But!" he said out louder, while he lifted gloved hand and finger in warning "We shall show no mercy to those in league with evil, or those who enable it by ignorance or weakness. Unless you can prove to use you can change and join our cause to cleanse this world of the shadow that corrupts it for once and for all!"And with that he descended the chair and turned to his men giving orders. By now the people of Bree had started speaking more loudly, discussing what just happened. Laughing or fighting over it. Bob felt uneasy, he was not sure what to do, he looked around to see what everyone else did but everyone seemed to be thinking the same. To wait for someone else to openly react, to either leave or walk up to these men.....