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Garulf watches the trolls move with impressive speed and ferocity. Seeing the troll attack Baralas, Garulf moves past the beast he wounded , bracing himself in the event of an attack by the other creature and steps up behind the troll attacking Baralas. "You'll not harm him again," he snarls as he stabs his spear at the troll .
Garulf waits until he sees the Ranger and the Halfling move into position. He give the trolls a moment to move deeper into the trees where they'll have more trouble moving. He raises a hand as a brief signal to the others just as he moves. Bracing himself, he lets out a loud war cry and charge the troll nearest the back of the group, trusting his allies to strike from the other side at the same time.
Garulf gives a small nod to Baralas and moves away slightly into the trees, wanting the keep the trolls away from the spell casters before making a move. He gestures for Arradir and Brand to move through the trees around to the other side of the trolls so they can flank the beasts. He creeps slowly through the brush. As soon as everyone is in position, he will strike.
Garulf nods at Gandalf. "I would prefer to face these beasts on our own terms, but it seems we have little choice." He watches the wizard leaving. It seems that he lives up to his mysterious reputation. Garulf ignores the flighty elf girl, not wanting to get in her way again unless she seems to be getting herself in danger. "An ambush would certainly be best to face creatures as dangerous as trolls. Any advantage will be needed if we plan to escape this fight without serious injury." He pauses, thinking over Baralas' abilities. "Your illusions may be of great help Baralas. If I recall correctly, trolls are not terribly clever. A good illusion could fool them into a trap. If you can lull them into an enchanted sleep, that may help as well, though I have no idea if that might succeed. You are most certainly more learned in the arcane arts than I. Though stay out of range of the beasts if you can help it. I know little of trolls, but I know they are powerful creatures and the fewer of our company in close with them the better. Myself and perhaps Arradir are best to confront them if we must fight them in melee. Perhaps we should search the area for a reliable ambush site."
Garulf grumbles under his breath in his native tongue as he looks over the rock. Rohirric:
"Cursed creatures. Causing us more trouble before we even have a chance to confront them. Next thing, whatever else is sneaking around out here will start hunting us..."
Garulf growls as he sees the blocked entrance ahead of them. "Damned trolls. You'd think creatures so large wouldn't be such cowards." He steps forward, ignoring Arradir for the moment as he looks over the large rock for a way to open the path ahead of them.
Garulf looks up from the mess around them. "Ha, I had actually forgotten. It would be preferable to know the names of those I am to fight beside." He inclines his head to the ranger and the half-elf. "I am known as Garulf."
Garulf looks around the clearing, lost among the chaos of the ransacked site. He shakes his head slightly. He looks up sharply at the elf at his words. "It seems that these lands are far more dangerous than any story I've heard. Did the trolls still pass this way, or do we hunt this new darkness?" He looks to the wizards and their elected leader for a decision.
Garulf nods to Arradir as the ranger takes the lead down the forest trail. He sighs heavily at the elf's response. Though he doesn't understand a word, the tone in unmistakable. "Indeed," he agrees with Baralas, ignoring the comment about his own race for the moment, and follows closely behind the group. "Hopefully her... eagerness to see these creatures found will not lead her or us into greater danger." He pulls his helmet from its place hanging from his pack and covers his head and adjusts his grip on his spear so he is alert and ready at a moment's notice as the group moves forward.
Garulf's confusion is obvious on his face as he takes a moment to puzzle out the elf's words. "Yes, the trolls are abominations," he agrees. "But all you'll get running heedlessly ahead is trouble and wounds. Wait for the group and we'll hunt these monsters together." He turns back to the others, now a short distance behind them. "I have no objections to following the lead of one of the men of the North, but perhaps we should decide quickly before the elf lass decides to run off on her own again."
Garulf doesn't understand the elf's words, but he sees as she walks straight by him with a few words. "Hold a moment," he calls out to her, reaching out a hand toward her, not sure if she understands him either. "Now isn't the time to be running off ahead all by yourself"
Garulf looks at the wizard. "Apologies. I only meant that the mayor may wish to remain behind. There is likely a fight ahead of us and he may be in danger." He shakes his head slightly and backs off at Gandalf's question. "Not I. I am a stranger to these lands and..." He pauses, some thought heavy on his mind. "I would not be fit to lead us. Not now."
The Rohirrim squints slightly, examining the tracks for himself. "So it seems," he says. He draws his shield and clutches his spear in his other hand, then walks to the edge of the trees, looking further down the wooded path. "Perhaps it would be best if you let us go ahead from here. I have a bad feeling about this."
Garulf paused with his mug of beer at his lips. His eyes fall on the tall grey cloaked man. "Gandalf?" He had heard tales of the wandering wizard before, yet he seemed... unimpressive given his status as a near myth among the people of the Mark. Perhaps the tales had exaggerated the man's power. Or perhaps he was better at concealing himself than it appeared. The arrival of the next man turns his gaze from the old man. "Trolls. Why trolls of all things?" He shakes his head ruefully. "Old legends, mysterious wizards and desperate calls for help. I feel like I've fallen into one of the old tales." With a sigh, he looks down at his mug and tilts it back, downing his drink in two quick swallows. "I should have gotten more of this." He knows that he can't ignore the call for help in good conscious. He stands, shouldering his pack and causing his spear and shield to rattle against his mail as they press against his back. He looks at the speaker and nods.
Garulf sits alone at a table near the edge of the common room. He calls for a meal from one of the serving maids, having already paid for his night in the inn. His pack leans against legs of the table, with his spear and shield clearly visible strapped to the outside of the pack while his rough fur and leather coat seems distinctly foreign compared to the men of Bree. He silently ponders where he will go next. His contract is ended and he finds himself further from home than he's been before. The mix of halflings, men, and even the occasional elf leaves him at a surprising loss of how to proceed in Bree. He knows that his pay will not last for long if he cannot find more work soon. Perhaps there is someone at the inn that can point him in the right direction. A joke once shared with his men comes to mind. "There's no better place to find rumors than a taproom."
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