I was making snow angels around the western Bruinen Source this afternoon and got into a disagreement with a rather territorial rock worm. I dispatched the worm and turned my attention to a sniggering Corcur bowman nearby. Despite my pointed attempts to gain his attention, the man was just standing there. In a daze.
I finished off the dazed bowman, then utterly confused, I turned and looked around. There was a small hobbit watching me, a hobbit who waved and bowed to me. I realized I knew his face.
It was Teflo!
“Good stars,” said I.
“It has been far too long, my lady.”
“I lose track of time far too easily, it seems.” I glanced at the Corcur bowman bleeding out his last on the ice, then again regarded the hobbit. After the savage visages of snow beasts and the angry glares of the Corcur, his face was a welcome surprise.
Teflo shook his head slightly.
“You are rather far from home,” I commented. “I had certainly not expected to see a familiar face here.”
I wondered how long he’d been watching me roll around in the snow. How embarassing!
You're laughing at me, aren't you.
