[DONE] Crikey, what a hangover.
Well there i was, enjoyin' a couple of flagons of ale in the West Fold when some Gondorian stiff comes over and pokes a couple of pages of some sort of faff under my snoz. Well! i wasn't too impressed, so i tell 'im in no uncertain matter what he can do with his pages and what i think of his sort interrupting my socialisin' time. He finally starts seein' reason and shoves off, and i return to drinkin' with some Eomer bloke that says he's some sort of ninny high-rankin' Uncle's boy or somethin'. Yeah, somthin' along those lines. Bah, i tell you, the best of us can speak rot once we've got a couple under our belt. Anyways, he's buying the rounds so i'm not complainin'...too much.
... Next thing i know i've got this wee poundin' going on in my head, and i tell ya, it's not the normal type of after-ale-poundin' either. Meh, i thought nothin' of it, and sat up to wait a bit for the two-bit's to come into focus so i can see what gutter lady luck's graced me with this as a bed. Then i see him, some scruffy hunter type with a hood on his head and all serious lookin'. He said he's 'ere to bust me out of this brigand hold and we're to pick up a couple of halflings on the way out. "Prison!?" i say, but sure enough lookin' around i see it, some sort of open air cage."'Gee i must've really gone on a bender last night" i think to myself.
Anyways, long story short, we gets out of the place and whisk the two little ones up in the process, but ole straight-face the hunter there went and got stabbed by some freak on a steed just as we're torchin' the place. And what turns the eggs really green is that the freak had some sort of poison on his blade and straight-face's goin' down hill fast. So one of the halflings pipes up in her pipsqueak voice and tells me to hot-foot it with 'im over to some place called 'Archet' a ways off. I tell her i've heard of no such place in the West Fold before, and that she's crazier than she looks if she's tryin' to tell me what to do when comin' off a bender. She then tells me she's not heard of this "West Fold" and i better do what she says lest straight-face goes the way of his wound. One look at the greeny gunk oozing out of his slash and i started to believe littl' squeaky lips. So i pick 'im up and off we go. Me, Straight-face, the little squeaky one, and her little friend.
Well this Archet place wasn't far away at all which was good, and i set straight-face down and littl' squeaky lips starts muttering something about herbs to herself. I look around. Seems i've finally got a moment to meself. So i try and figure out where i am and what's goin' on. And then i find it. In me back pocket i've got those bunch of papers that Gondorian Stiff was shovin' around last night. 'How in Mordor did they get there?' i wonder. Makin' no heads 'or tails of my situation, i decided to sit down next to a now moaning straight-face and try make sense of 'em. Me eyes were still not being the best of friends with each other so it took some time.
Well, seems this Gondorian was harpin' on about some Guild setup in the east to deal with the spooks and other ner-do-gooders that seem to be poppin' up all over the place. This guild's lookin' for some adventurin' sorts to help 'em out. Heh, if it means i get to meet this Gondorian again - whom i've got a couple of 'words' to have with - what the hell, i'll sign up. So i flick through all the codes of conduct and blah blah blah, that those types seem to go all dotty for, and what d'ya know, seems i pass all their requirements. Nows all i had to do is head over and mail it at some place called 'Bree', then i could hopefully meet up with the Gondorian, have a word or two, then sort out how to get back home. But just when i started gettin' me thoughts in order again, little squeaky lips pipes up again and asks me to get some sort of weed for her for straight-face's wound. Eh, i hoped that wasn't a sign of things to come...
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