by The Watcher » Thu May 19, 2011 8:37 pm
"There is another way, friends," Durin whispered to the pair before the guards came to drag Rugo off and break up any onlookers. "We cannot fight the drow by force of arms and win... but we can fight them by force of craft. By working to rebuild what we have lost, so that our race can grow strong once more and one day, when we are the great ancestors of ages past, win our lands back from the Devils. I fight to secure this victory with my every breath, and when the time comes, I will do my best to help you do the same. For now, survive, and wait."
The merchant dwarf made sure to look appropriately shooed off as the guards began dispersing the crowd until the auction and sorting out the slaves. But when they were done, he whisked by to offer a few last whispered words to the bound and gagged Rugo.
"The black sun are wanderers, comrade, they have no homes to be sold into. No buyer from them will come here today or any day, for they would be killed on sight to step within this city. If you wish your vengeance and I cannot save you from auction today, then earn your freedom or slip your chains when you can, and when that day arrives, come and find me in the city of Val'Raveran. My hearth will be open to you, my table yours to share, and you will have my aid in claiming your vengeance."
With that, Bergthalsson melted away into the crowd, awaiting the afternoon and the fateful occurrences that were to happen then.