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River

Downriver

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The Black Steel set off south from Breeland by river, passing beneath the red cliffs and crumbling ruins of Cardolan.

The Running River

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The hamlet of Hamglen, nestled near Bree, wakes to a chilly morning as the first light of the sun pierces through the mist that blankets the small homesteads. The thatched roofs of the cottages glisten with a thin layer of frost, and the air carries a crisp bite that hints at the arrival of colder days. The chimneys release tendrils of smoke that rise lazily into the cool atmosphere, and the village folk, wrapped in warm woolen cloaks, move with purpose through the cobbled streets. The autumn leaves crunch underfoot, releasing a fragrant earthy aroma.

Gorge

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She'd crossed that bridge dozens of times before. The Trestlespan was strong and sturdy, and its wooden walls hid most of the ravine below it from view.

Gelirdor of Golden Woods

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Gathering Fallen Leaves

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One of those rare moments; everything was perfect. What more can one ask than a quiet stream flowing by, the rusting branches, the occasional song in the air, and a maid picking Mellyrn leaves from the water?

Well, there probably have been better moments...though this would suffice for a good long while.

"Whatever project might you be need those for this time?"

"Is it...wrong to share some of our treasures with others?"

"No..."

A Dunadan in Falathlorn

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Angelnarth in Falathlorn, clad in armour with the Seven on his back.

Thoughtful rain

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Upon Journeying to the Shire he hears a thunrder. On a rock he hops and gazes around; weather dark, skies ready to erupt. Such strange beauty has the landscape gives an unexpected peaceful feeling. A drop falls, then another and another, and with a smile he extends an arm for a meaningless catch. You just can't hate a bit of harmless drizzle, he thinks. In fact, there's nothing to hate in the lands of the Halflings. He straightens his hat, slides down the rock on the moist earth and carries on, a step after the other.

Kinships

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Thinhaelion and Trilandria discuss kinships. Thinhaelion agrees to consider seeking out the leaders of Sword and Scroll.

Thinhaelion and Trilandria

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Thinhaelion and Trilandria look out upon the River Lune from a terrace in Dulliond. They've important business to discuss.

Resting by the River

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