IC Story Thread: Ch.1, Ad.3 - Black Hand

The man raises an eyebrow and nods at Cirion, "Pelargir, eh? The border region, yes? Interesting."

He and another man then sort of chuckle at, seemingly, Cirion's phrasing of his question. The third man, a Southron based on his complexion, seems to be having trouble following along with the conversation in Westron.

"Well, none of us have met Bangdu Caun before, at least nothing more than in passing. And I suspect he'll want to meet you three soon, as well. He always wants to meet new arrivals...

As for what to expect, or how to behave? ... I think most of us are expecting to witness exactly the kind of miracles and works of Power that Bangdu Caun has promised in his letter!

If he proves to be even half as powerful as he claims? Then... well... I think no one here has made this trek if they are not prepared to pledge their life to him, as he asks, aye?

If he proves his power, then we will all be witness to the birth of a glorious Legion! And first among it's ranks.", you can hear excitement growing in his voice.

The Southron man then butts in, perhaps a bit angry, to say something, and the other two begin speaking to him in a heavy, slurring tongue that you 3 don't recognize, giving you a moment to speak amongst yourselves while they're distracted, if you desire.