Lendes Ventris

Out in the Garden, Lendes lead her husband by both his hands giggling like a little girl on Yule. Isilorbor was blindfolded and being lead towards the house with each unsure step, relaying totally off his wife, and at her mercy. “I really do not like this.” Isilorbor groaned, breathing a little deeply as was slowly being lead up the garden. Lendes tuted, the grin growing on her face by the second. “My dearest love, you’ve fought orcs in their hundreds and your afraid of little old me with a blindfold?” Lendes purred. Isilorbor laughed.

“If you keep staring at him any longer, you will burn a hole in the wall.” Isilorbor said without looking, titling his wine glass to sip from the contexts. “Not after burning a hole in him.” Lendes replied tensely, glaring at someone within the Prancing Pony with a stare that only she could beam. “I do not see what the problem is.” Isilorbor spoke after lowering his wine glass, his tone uninterested. “He thinks he’s the bloody hero of the west!” This time, Lendes’ gaze fell on her husband, but softened somewhat.

Isilorbor spread his hands out in offering towards the nine men around him over the map table in the barracks in Calth. The map table in front of them was a rough detail of the Calthrian River and the banks beyond, it lay mostly blank and a grey-yellow as it was hardly ever explored in detail, no one ever lived long enough.