"A rare picture of a 'dore in the wild.. This one is distinguished as a male whose reached maturity due to his unforboding facial hair and taste in fine hats. Wielding a simple fishing rod, this 'dore seems to be fullfilling the role of hunter-gatherer. 'dores have been known to be aggresive when disturbed, often spewing out unfathomable garbage from their coarse accents. Drat! Looks as thought this ones spotted us!" - Harrington McTwizzletashe, Wildlife journalist of Bree-land.
once upon a time in the lands south of Bree, down in the marshes of Andrath, there lived Hully, the turtle. He was a bit tougher than the other turtles, and he never lost a fight.
One day, Hully went for a slow walk through the swamp, and came across a frog. The frog told him, "You're little legs are so silly, you'll never jump as high as a frog!". So Hully lumbered over to the frog and shoved him into the lake, proclaiming, "You might can jump, but you ain't as strong as me!" The frog splashed around and swam away, defeated.
Dreothorn fell on the wooden floor of the carriage. "I will see you soon Dreothorn. At the very least, think of this as good opportunity, as Thayalengir will not be able to find you." said the man in the black robes.
"I'm counting on that." Dreothorn couldn't do anything, he was bound by chains and blindfolded by a smelly hood.
Huldore told Faithewel how much more skilled he was at fishing than his friend, Ariskandir, and took her on an evening of fishing aswell as a small picnic together.
In an attempt to put an end to an old rivalry, Huldore and Ariskandir decide to have a match of fisticuffs, however things do not go to plan when Huldore is thrown here, there and everywhere and Ariskandir takes a leather boot kick to the nose. Atleast things are even.. Kinda.
Many strangers are defending the north of late, though these efforts have yet to clear the land of it's troubles. Huldore travelled to Trestlebridge, and by the looks of things, arrived just in time.