Re: In-Game Thread: WILDERLAND: The Mountains of Mirkwood
Mungo says, "Well, as a lad in Bree I always liked to hang about the inn and listen to travelers' tales, stories from dwarves traveling to the Blue Mountains, or hobbits visiting from the Shire, Rangers going about their quiet rounds, or even a wizard or so. When I grew old enough, I took a place at the inn as an ostler, looking after the ponies of the hobbits and dwarves, and the horses of the Big Folk. At last, I made up my mind to go out on my own and see the wide world. As it chanced, there was no party setting out into the wild at the time, so I chose to go out alone. I now see that was folly, but I set out in high summer, and for a while I was more fortunate than I deserve. I passed through the Trollshaws without seeing a single troll, ad got over the Misty Mountains without meeting a single goblin. I am a fair hand at throwing stones, so I was able to knock over rabbits here and there to eke out my supplies. But once I got into Mirkwood, there were no more rabbits, and when I tried a black squirrel, it was really uneatable. I wandered off the path trying to chase a deer which I never caught, and then I could not find my way back to the road. I climbed that hill where you found me, hoping to get a better view, but by the time you came, I had found that I could see nothing but more trees in every direction. I am very glad you good folk found me and gave me a chance to travel in your company."
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