The township of Bree was quiet as evening crept in. Eadmor tugged on Leofricks reins, leading him up one of the towns many market streets, dipping his chin to the occasional passer by. The sun had turned the sky crimson as it slipped behind the western hills, and had all but vanished when Eadmor reached the Prancing Pony.
Song, laughter and the clink of tankers flowed out the inns open door. Eadmor handed Leofricks reins to the Inns stableboy, giving him a single silver piece before making his way inside the Pony. The Inn was full of all kinds of folk; Dwarves, Hobbits, Men and Elves, all drinking under one roof. Eadmor wades his way through the crowed, to the table where his brother's sat.
"Evenin' brother!" Aelsig said raising his tankard high, spilling most of his drink over the table. "Evenin'." Eadmor replies, seating himself next to him, "Brother, I need a word." Eadmor said, but his brother was more interested in the Wench pouring him another tankard. "Brother! For the love of Béma, I need to talk to ye'!" Eadmor bellowed, slapping his brother upside the head. Aelsig winces, turning his attention from the Wenches bosom to his brother. "What?" Aelsig said, rubbing the back of his head. Eadmmor sighs before replying "I need a word." Aelsig nods, pushing himself from the table, clumsily wading his way through the common room with Eadmor close behind.
"What is it Eadmor?" Aelsig said once they were outside. Eadmor directed him towards the stables, talking as he went. "I want to return home, and take up sword and shield for Rohan again. I'm sick of all this trickery, this "magic" as ye' love to call it." Aelsig eyes him lazily, tipping the brim of his hat upwards. "What? Why would ye' want to leave? We've everythin' we want 'ere." Eadmors eyes narrow, "Brother we swore an Oath, and unless yer spine is as flimsy as yer word, ride back with me, or forever be branded a coward." Aelsigs face contorts, his anger evident. His hands curl into fists, but he doesn't raise them, not yet at least. "I'm no coward brother... Fine, I'll ride back with ye'. But we'd be richer men if we stay." Eadmor smiles, nodding once. "Aye well, I'll make it up to ye' once we're home, I'll make the preparations and we'll set off at first light." Aelsig sighs, shaking his head as he makes his way back into the Prancing Pony. Eadmor stays outside, leaning back against one of the horse stalls as he watches the moon rise with a broad smile on his face.
