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[black_ancalagon]

*has a walk through town on the lookout for potential hoard contributors (with revenge as an extra plus in the latter case)*

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[gil_estel]

*wanders through the park trying to think of excuses for Voronwe not to see his ship.*

[black_ancalagon]

*remembers that scent*

*BINGO* >:D

[gil_estel]

*stops and leans against a tree, in a world of his own*

It's got termites? Nah, he'll never buy that...

[black_ancalagon]

*figures that if you carried the silmaril around with you, you'd no doubt glow like a radioactive lighthouse, therefore you must have it stashed on that damned ship*

*weighs the pros and cons of sneakily following you to it, or the grabbing and torturing approach*