As we still quake at the "SCREECH" of a Ringwraith, Galanon hefts the covered Palantir over his shoulder and
arrogantly proclaims, “This is meant for study and protection by the elves of
Imladris.” But Rowlie is quick to counter, “We’ve already dropped the
ceremonial sacrificial daggers in their lap; do you really think they need
another beacon to draw the Shadow upon them?!” Reasoning wins out with Trusslebridge our destination to deliver the Dunedain
weapons and Palantir. Assuming we can escape!
