The Constable of the Grey listened to his companions words and nodded slowly. It has been a long journey and more than half of his team still looked rather green. Time is always of the essence during a Blight, but sometimes tactical logic overrules the urgency of a mission. This was one of those times, they weren't fighting fit, they knew nothing of the land, the people, or the new Darkspawn. He wished
Laurenas had been able to brief them a little bit more. But she and her crew were focused almost solely on learning all the knowledge of the Wardens.
The Champion learned only the names of the major settlements of Endor and the whereabouts of the bulk of the Darkspawn. They were coming from and centered around the cursed area known as Mordor in the southeast. That is likely where they would find the Archdemon, but to get there would require more than just his Wardens and the Legion of the Dead. He hoped the people of Endor were ready for what would need to be done. Finally the leader came to a decision nodding back towards where he assumed the Defenders had come from. "A day or so of rest and reconnaissance will do us good, then we'll head for this...Gondor and meet your King."
Jagmar nodded and smartly turned on his heel and led the group back to the Prancing Pony. Everyone was able to secure their own room. And as night fell the group, including the three Dwarves Arawn sent out we gathered in the tavern enjoying some good food, drink, and intelligence gathering.
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