Post by Nragod on Apr 29, 2006 12:40:44 GMT -5
It was no surprise that Lord Solum was to be found in his study that rainy morning. Pouring over various hides, he could not keep himself from glancing back at the map of Pern that hung upon the wall next to a large scaled and very detailed map of his own hold. One man came to mine each time he looked at that map; one man who was the reason for the holders new grey hairs upon his head. Lord Dorin. A young upstart, Solum could not help but wonder how long it would take the man to reach his corner of Pern.
As it was, the Lord Holder had little to worry about. Upon a secluded peninsula, there really was little reason Lord Dorin would turn his eyes to the logging hold. No, to conquer one needed valuable metals for his weapons and runners for a swift way to move his growing army. Telgar was far from the threat of the man. That did not, however, stop Lord Solum’s worries.
As it was, the Lord Holder had little to worry about. Upon a secluded peninsula, there really was little reason Lord Dorin would turn his eyes to the logging hold. No, to conquer one needed valuable metals for his weapons and runners for a swift way to move his growing army. Telgar was far from the threat of the man. That did not, however, stop Lord Solum’s worries.