Thread: Kauppa-Kohta

Name Nickname Mithon Mist Race Human Dnedain Attire Mottledspotted grey seal skin cloak, a sleevless dark brown myskhrka leather jerkin, a grey woolen long sleeved tunic, beige undertunic, seal skin trousers, beige leggings underneath, woolen socks, rabbit fur lined sealskin boots , seal skin gloves. Weapons Sigwine , Beruna's Gift , hand axe , dagger and knife . Location Kauppa-Kohta outskirts. Tagging DAAnyone Time TA 3018, March 1, evening. Mithon stood stock still, his breath misting slightly as he looked out to the horizon. He was facing south, his eyes fixed upon a column of black smoke which was at least ten miles off if not more. He was not sure of the smoke's cause, but considering how much of it there was he doubted greatly that it's cause was anything good. He continued to study the column, his mind whirling about how he should approach the situation. There had been no doubt that he should investigate the situation, after all it was his duty. But the question was mostly if he should investigate the situation now or later. If he went later then there would undoubtedly be less risk to himself... but someone might be in danger, that was more then enough reason for him to go. With his bows in his left hand he quickly trotted down the ridge upon which he had been standing. His long legs quickly set themselves into a quick pace. It had been some time since it had snowed thankfully and the layer of snow on the ground was thin and rather hard crusted. It might have been winter here in every season, but the sun was still warm enough to cause the snow to melt even in the coldest season, although that warmth was rarely felt by the people of the Forodwaith. His long strides quickly ate up miles. The sun was descending even lower, not that he payed that much mind. He had learned long ago how to move in the darkness. It was more or less a requisite skill amongst his people, for in the night it was even harder to detect someone. Not to mention that that was typically when their foes would stray out into the lands of men. But the Forodwaith could barely be called a land of men anymore. It was more of a wilderness, one that barely tolerated the few people that chose to live in it. The ranger came to a sudden stop, his mind trying to catch up with his senses. Had he just heard twigs snapping? He glanced around, his keen eyes scanning the long dead forest for any sign of motion. It was then that he spotted her, moving swiftly between the barren and dead trees. He stood there for a moment, shocked, for he had never thought to see an elf passing through these lands. He had lived her for a handful of years and he could not recall having seen one venture there. Sure there were rumors on occasion, but that was all he considered them. His mind pushed past the fact that was an elf here, moving on to other questions why was she here? And what was she running from? He glanced then too the column of smoke, then back to the quickly fleeing form. In an instant he was moving off again, moving at an angle to her that would allow him to intercept her. He ran quickly now, not worried about conserving his energy for a long run, rather just focusing on catching her. He got within earshot and called out to her in Sindarin, his voice gruff and strained due to the running, Friend! Slow your steps!