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Who: Boromir and Ilde.
What: Boromir is on his way to a tavern for post-monster slaying ale, and gets drive-by trolled meets Ilde along the way.
Where: Somewhere by the Gross Tar!
When: Sukkardi (Saturday) evening.
Notes: None.
Warnings: None.

Boromir was restless. In less than a week he had been slain in battle, resurrected in the strangest city imaginable, attacked by even stranger creatures and resolutely he had battled on. But when he had finally gotten back to the Valhalla Inn on Sukkardi morning, washed and tried to get some rest, he found he could only manage a few hours. He wasn't used to a long night's sleep; he had been travelling for months on end, alert and ready at the slightest hint of danger. It was impossible to suddenly stop.

The answer was to find whatever tavern was still open and hope that a good, long drink of ale could bring him some respite.

Still unsure about his bearings, especially at night, he made his way towards the Gross Tar and followed the river.

Comments

[rhinemaid]

The woman sitting by the edge of the water with her CiD and a packet of cigarettes might be familiar, but perhaps not immediately recognizable - she has feet and clothes this time, for one thing, and her eyes and her sheen are hidden beneath the illusion of humanity. The knife (sheathed, now) is the same, though, and when she sees him coming she recognizes him, briefly brightening as she notes he lived, looking more or less unharmed.

"Boromir," she says, leaning back on her hands. "You smell less like dead monkeys this time."

...how nice for him!