[ People have gotten much softer since the time of bloodthirsty peasantry. Now they bury themselves in their latest gadgets or time-waster of choice. Easy pickings for the discerning assassin or two.
He tilts his head at that response. Mirkwood Forest? It's not something he knows. ]
James. [ Where? He's not sure anymore. Nowhere, maybe. He relaxes inexplicably in her presence, just a little. ] Where is Mirkwood?
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He tilts his head at that response. Mirkwood Forest? It's not something he knows. ]
James. [ Where? He's not sure anymore. Nowhere, maybe. He relaxes inexplicably in her presence, just a little. ] Where is Mirkwood?