Seaver languished within the confines of his richly adorned abode, fingers gripping tightly a bottle of rum. A familiar prop, ever at his side following the days in which he left his fiancé Erinwyn. He tipped his head back to drink of it. His mind clouded with it's potency. Yet no matter how much he would seem to consume it would never seem to ease his pain, only numb it for a time.
Notice: With the Laurelin server shutting down, our website will soon reflect the Meriadoc name. You can still use the usual URL, or visit us at https://meriadocarchives.org/
Talvor.
