Secret Game

[Bjorn]

"Lord Kevin is expecting the Dreadmarch to arrive two days hence," Bjorn supplies, "for what it's worth."

He then falls silent again.

[Ginrai]

"The Dreadmarch?  As I already mentioned, as far as my eye could see.  As for where they were, I do not know, though the sun had almost set when I arrived at the area."

[Rezantis]

"So you've got no idea at all about numbers?  Not even an estimate?" Rez has a slightly strained looking expression on his face as he says this.

[Ginrai]

Ginrai looks at Rez strangely.  "Just *why* do you need to know how many?  All I could tell was that it was a lot."

[Rezantis]

Rez gives Ginrai a flat look.

"Because it was something we specifically asked you to look at?" Rez grates out, "Because Lord Kevin wants that information and that's why he sent us to ask you in the first place?  Because confirming just how many soldiers the opponent is going to bring to a siege is kind of important, and I'd rather get an estimate while the image is fresh in your mind?"

[Ginrai]

"Then tell him a million because there are *far* more important things to worry about now!"

[Rezantis]

Rez closes his eyes, and quietly counts to ten.

[Brian]

"Numbers are important, but if there are too many to count ... and army that stretched as far as you could see?  Well.  That later," Radagast interupts.  "What else did you see?  Can you describe the men you saw in detail?"

[Ginrai]

"You mean specifically the two that were talking?"

[Brian]

"Yes," Radagast says, nodding.

[Ginrai]

Ginrai nods.

"The presumed head of the Storm-riders was dressed much like Phil, only his armor was golden and silver, and he had a strange-looking necklace about his throat.  It looked as if it was open at the front, and had a hinged clasp in the back. The tips looked like snarling wolf heads.  His hair's blond, and he has a fair countenance.

"They other guy was wearing gray steel armor, unpolished, but not rusted, and a drab, dirty snow-colored cloak.  And his hair was black, with flour thrown into it to turn it gray -- don't ask, because I have no idea why."

[Brian]

"Flour," Radagast murmurs.  "How strange."

Ginrai: Thinking about it, you know how to hide, and read about this a bit, too, back in the day.  In snow, if you threw flour in your hair to conceal the majority of the color, and wore armor and a cloak the same color as that guy, you'd be darn near invisible at a distance.

There's something to be said about an endless sea of orcs, and their effects on stealth, but that's something to pursue at another venture.

[Dracos]

"Hmm...  I wish I knew what my 'torc' apparently looked like."  Dracos had a grim but considering look on his face.

Dracos

[Bjorn]

"I'll bet whatever you want that Master Parthipan just told you what your torc looks like," Bjorn says.

Crossing his arms, he grunts.  "THis is useless," he grumbles.  "The two things that we really need to know from the tactical perspective is how badly we're outnumbered, and when the Dreadmarch is going to get here.  NOt only can't Master Parthipan answer either of those questions, but the only thing he can tell us is that the storm-riders won't be coming to our help -- and we knew that already."

[Dracos]

"Huh?  knew?"  Dracos raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Dracos