Map 8 - The Halfings last refuge: Shireland

[Deadshade]

*Sounds of trumpets and war horns. Jingling of ring mail and scraping of heavy axes. Mighty puffing. *

"Greetings neighbours. You know of us and we know of you.
As you have this nasty lizard land not far from your northern island shores, we just bring you a gift. There has been battle ... err ... more of a slaughter actually.
So we thought that you might appreciate this."

* The Dwarf produces a 2m large head of a toothy lizard artistically mounted on a spike *

"And now we might share some good ale with you, the travel over ocean has been hot and thirsty. Ah, yes ... don't even think about something that could lead to untoward misunderstandings. And don't ask yourself "What has it in its pockets ?" because chain mail has no pockets. So. Yes."

[Bogie]

*Sounds of trumpets and war horns. Jingling of ring mail and scraping of heavy axes. Mighty puffing. *
"Greetings neighbours. You know of us and we know of you.
As you have this nasty lizard land not far from your northern island shores, we just bring you a gift. There has been battle ... err ... more of a slaughter actually.
So we thought that you might appreciate this."
* The Dwarf produces a 2m large head of a toothy lizard artistically mounted on a spike *

"And now we might share some good ale with you, the travel over ocean has been hot and thirsty. Ah, yes ... don't even think about something that could lead to untoward misunderstandings. And don't ask yourself "What has it in its pockets ?" because chain mail has no pockets. So. Yes."

My my, it all sounds so bothersome and adventurous. Do stay for dinner, some nice mushrooms go well with a dark ale.