Awiergan

Awiergan had went to the market on a rather rainy day. For a while he searched and bought a few things but shortly after he met a hobbit and his good friend Isaura sitting on top of a cart in the rain. Awiergan greeted her and invited her to join him while he gets the rest of his needed goods. Afterwards they went to the Prancing Pony and each had a cup of blue berry tea and enjoyed a few a tales at the fire.

   'Tis often when he walks around camp alone and quiet. Many may have seen him but rarely tend to disturb him. His thoughts dwell upon many things, he asks himself many questions, though not all he can answer for himself, nor does he think that anyone else could ever answer them. Quietly he walks on, his gaze firmly upon the ground, unmoving to any movement or any sound.

   The question which occurs most to himself, the one he can never disregard shall always be....

"The Elves say much..." - Wulfthred. Wary and untrusting of the Elves.

Upon approaching an archway that lie just a short distant from the walls of Moria, the scouting party had stopped and looked around for a while. Finding naught but elves and Dwarves, however the Dwarves were what they seemed to be interested in.

The two love birds on their wedding.. Awiergan seeming shy and nervous as usual!

Some friends he has. They grab him, hold him still and force a dress on him. However he should be grateful! They are giving him a chance to explore his feminine side...but deep, deep inside they really love him.

Gweneira had been catching all the great fish, though Threland had become well acquainted with the weeds of the lake.