(IC) The Stone Tooth
Lyrian had had a very interesting couple of weeks. Traveling through a town to the north had brought her in contact with several dwarves at an inn she'd been staying at. Upon hearing she was intending to test herself against Durgeddin the Black's broken stronghold, they had asked her a favor in return for outfitting her for her journey. They had a kinsmen, one Thorin Diamondgut, who was supposed to be doing the same thing. But his family had a great need of him back home, and they had been trying to get him the message. The dwarves were stuck in town waiting for the repair of their wagon, but Lyrian could travel quickly and was going to the very place they needed to be!
For the price of getting her the food and supplies she needed to make the journey more easily, Lyrian had readily agreed. It was good of them to trust an elf, but Lyrian had grown up amongst peoples who were often considered misfits and outsiders. She reserved her judgment on many things.
Murderous orcs, on the other hand, she did not mind judging. From the state of the corpses she had found littering the trail from Blasingdell and the abandoned farmstead to the Stone Tooth door and bridge, it was clear that Thorin and the companions he had raised in Blasingdell had taken down the orc raiders with extreme prejudice and swift hands. Not to mention the filthy ex-prisoners who she had met coming out were very forthcoming with the description of the unusual group of adventurers.
Lyrian smiled to herself; this was bound to be a show well-worth a bard's tale!
As she entered the Stone Tooth, it became clear that the Thorin's band had been busy indeed. Following the signs of slaughter, she crossed the narrow bridge, went by the open "cage", and down another corridor to where the sounds and sights of fresher bodies lay.
She thought she might have heard some whistling from the bird-man those in town had talked about. And then some odd flapping...
Sucking in a breath and taking a chance, she spoke out loud so that she might be identified as a friend immediately, rather than tragically later with a sword in her gut.
"I greet you, friends and allies of Thorin! I am Lyrian Swift, and I bear a message from his kin!" she says just loud enough to be conversational. No need to shout and bring too much extra danger upon her head!