Halbarad, just pay the man so we can be on our way," said the Man in frustration at his companion.
"I cannot. Remember our packs were stolen. Besides, even if we have the money, he did not mention that we must pay him when he offered us the food. It is a matter of principle," argued the other ranger.
Aragorn was quickly developing a headache. The idea of drawing Anduril and giving both the salesman and his friend some slashes on the backside was becoming very tempting. But before he gave into his fantasy, a beautiful blond elf came to his companion's rescue. The stranger wore a silver shirt, a green suede jerkin and dark green leggings. Long, soft golden hair framed a delicate face. Intelligent, exquisite azure eyes regarded the Men keenly, as if accessing the situation.