Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140306020948/@comment-11457306-20140325020328

Anwen paced back and forth across the section of the wall that she and the Captain shared. He spoke as she neared him. They could look out across the Colvian Hills to the south here.

(Which direction will the lich be coming from?)

"What of this King of the Elves you spoke of?"

"Daithi, heir to the throne of Valenwood.  Lord Camoran."

"Yes, that one."

"He'll be here.  He may come in behind the Worm.  Might be best that way."

"I hope you're right.  We need all the help we can get."

"In that we agree, my friend.  In that we agree."

Anwen strained her eyes, trying to see into the distance. This was the hardest part of all, the stillness before the storm.

(Now all we need are the Riders of Rohan.)