You're Male and your name is Urgroth, Lord under the mountain! The record keeper's face is covered in you spittle as you bellow it at him you are loaded head to toe in a literal armoury of weapons and armor. You walk over and give Frodo a Heavy smack on the back and he stumbles a few feet forward before regaining his footing and turning to you and looking up into your mass of armaments and half-bowing and thanking you for your company coughing from the sharp impact.
Now it is time to leave.
But before you go, you must decide...are you to form a group of your own in order to gather help. Or, do you take Boromir's place in the Fellowship?
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