Back in Bree, Avalong led her motley recruits to the Mess Hall to discuss the terms of their alliance with the Council of the Red Dragon. The Council seemed like a well-organized troupe of soldiers, dressed in respective hauberks and matching capes. Their leader held an heir of pride and respect as he introduced his elfin mate, who’s elegant beauty seemed to humble the rest of the elves of the Sworn Wanderers who had arrived in their normal traveling attire. Even Lefrinu felt out of place in the Council’s presence.
As Avalong and Amnildir negotiated with the leaders of the Council, Diriana idly plucked away at her lute strings, mustering up some ambient music in hopes to lighten up the tense atmosphere that was progressively growing between the two kinships. What feast that had been provided for the event was barely touched, and things only grew worse when Cangiate arrived. The Council’s leaders were appalled at the lack of respect the man showed them, and all Lefrinu could assume was that there was bad blood between him and the Council of the Red Dragons. Just as things were about to escalate, Avalong stepped in to remind everyone why it was to their benefit that they ally their forces.
While it seemed that the Council’s members had a strict code of honor and pride, complete with tittles and uniformity, the Sworn Wanderers were virtually the exact opposite. Some of their members bordered on becoming bandits if they didn’t feel duty bound to protecting Middle Earth from the forces of darkness. But something about this alliance meeting gave Avalong second thoughts about her kinship…and just how to organize it into a more respectable band of fighters. The changes were already formulating in her mind, and it would all start with a base of operation.
