The group had plenty of time for their discussion, left to their own whims. Briain's step outside the yurt discovers a definite dearth of elves, with only two goldelf bowman standing guard over the camp, one to each side about fifty yards of the yurt. It is not until dusk that Elnafor returns, looking somewhat haggard, curious whether the group has reached a decision. Receiving it with obvious relief, he promises to take the group's requests for supplies to those that might fill them, and promptly returns to his duties.
The night passes without interruption, or any further sign of elves around the camp. Nor is there any break from the enforced tedium the entire following day or evening. Not until dusk does Elnafor return again, this time in a brighter mood. He explains that the dwarves accept their decision, and expect to hear from them in about a month's time. Until then, they are returning to the Dell, having tired of the lengthy debates. On a more upbeat note, he explains that the choice of baelnorn has been reached, that of the trio that assists the Darkwatch guarding lamented Tsornyl. Discussions continue on who will accompany the group and how best to cover the few days of travel to get there, but he expects that to be finalized the following day. While somewhat uncertain of his ability to answer them, he bravely asks if there are any questions...
Show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy - F.S.F.
"If this is one of the baelnorn at Tsornyl, I suppose we could take the extra time to be certain Moander and whatever remains of his religion have nothing to do with what's happening now," Liria muses to the others.
Turning her attention to Elnafor, she pauses a moment, trying to find the right words before continuing. "As well as provisions, there is another favor I'd like to ask," she says finally. "I brought this up with Dolen'dur shortly after we arrived, but I suppose the reminder of Arawen took us somewhat off track. Before I was brought to the springs, I found several things of potential value - and potential danger. Figuring out which is beyond me; I hoped some of your people might be able to tell me?" She starts to pull her pack to her and open it, her eyes falling on the new armor as she does. "Also, would it be possible for me to meet with Brethil'dil before we go?"
It is simply in his nature to perk at the mention of items of... a certain nature. Slade sets himself down comfortably into a chair as he glances about inconspicuously to the party. Life had seemed to have gone to a standstill despite all that was being done to keep them busy, it was simply outstanding that no matter what everything seemed to go so slowly. His imagination more than likely, impossible to tell really. "Well what ever I suppose, no matter what the next day will come and the one after, and eventually some one will try their luck against us, and a new clue will present itself."
When all the world has turned to ash, I'll still be here to laugh.
My day? It's Lions and clowns bro. It's In Tents...