Scene #1017: Just Another Small Town

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Fang	Fang has been on the journey to find new gear, better equipment, and places to stay-- that goes a bit beyond just the might Elf King's own home in Mirkwood. Though he does keep a tabs on the guy, but he also has a promise to keep. Help them find someone who can aid in a dark pending war-- beyond himself and at one time... ..He is also they may have needed. Not only that, but he got a bit lost trying to find his way to this-- village place that has mystical weapons and armor. Possibly even a forger who could fix the broken sword. Alas, the place he seeks remains elusive in the giant size of the Multiverse and has found himself in a small town within a place known as the Eastern Valley. Including to a small humble town that has a far more modern look then even what Fang is use too. He is also bothered by the roadway, which he declines to walk on and sticks to the grassy shoulder of the road. He even kind of stays clear of the sidewalk, cause seriously-- cobblestone roads should not be that smooth! Fang does pull out a map he has been trying to use make sense of all these gates and places, but so far-- it has become rather useless tool. Easy to see as he frustratingly spins it one way and another. The town here at least has signs up on there doors for the shops that sit along the street. All types. From entertainment, food, toys, and even clothing! Though the town itself is pretty small and a few of the shops also serve as the owner's home. The houses for this town itself can be seen further out, so maybe long as he sticks to this local store area of the town-- things should be OK. ..Hopefully.
Thranduil	Thranduil managed to force himself to leave the safety of his forest and kingdom and venture out into the rest of the multiverse to see what's going on. He happened across the village, which doesn't look too different from such places as Bree or the now abandoned Dale. He never cared for the villages of Men. Being a snooty Elf, he prefers the areas surrounded by nature where the Elven craftsmen work on their wares in the open air, rather than shuttered inside a dark building. Thranduil stands near the center of town, stark eyes glancing around, the wind blowing his pale hair back over his shoulders. For coming from a world where they don't have shampoo or conditioner, his hair is absolutely perfect.
Fang	Fang takes notice of Thranduil as he glances over the edge of his map with all her elf-ness. Which caused the dragon 'forced' human to roll his blue eyes a bit, before rolling up the map. Then make his way over as he stuff the map into a pouch that seems /far/ to small for a scroll of that size. Though Fang does sometimes wonder if the reason Thranduil puts up with him is cause he looks a bit 'elf' like himself. He may never know. "So," He cants his head ever so slightly at the elf king, "Any luck finding out more on the gates? Because all I have found out is that if you think about a location-- you get transported to the closest thing like that location." It was helpful information! He did promise he look into the further as well. Fang then glances at the different shops, including while he feels a bit alien here, everyone here however seems as if they are pretty comfortable with the strangers standing about. They are probably use to it. A few of the shops do open their doors to let the nice weather in and the those have food within, well-- the aromas of such head out into the street. Fang watches some of the activity before he looks at Thranduil, "You seem pretty comfortable out here."
Thranduil	"I am uncertain." The Elvenking says flatly. "It is similar to towns found throughout Middle Earth, but it is not. I have been busy protecting my people from outside threats." If one gets close enough, one may see that Thranduil sports a few lingering bruises on his hands and a few faint cuts on the left side of his neck. "Another came to assault us. They were driven off but not without casualties. I have been seeking to learn how the gates work so that we can find a solution to repel those who would cause us harm."
Fang	"Well, like I said. The gates seem to work on thoughts. So if people think of Mirkwood or think of a place like your own world-- they get there." Fang explains with a mild bit of a huff. "..as for the troubles, sorry to hear it. I did speaking to a woman named, Ayako. She is a healer and a card fortune teller.. Didn't know if you be interested in meeting her." Fang takes note of the cuts and the bruises, but keeps the notice to himself. To bring them up could be a bit insulting for a strong guy like the Elf King. Hell-- he hated and still hates when people bring up his. "I was thinking about bringing her to meet you.. or maybe you like to meet her at her own neck of the woods."
Thranduil	"How does one know what to think of if they have never been outside their own world? I have already met your friend. SHe is not considered a threat, and therefore is welcome in our lands."
Fang	Fang shrugs his shoulders to the King's question. "No idea, but that is what I've been told by a few sources when I was trying to think of how to get back to my /own/ world. Apparently if they even think of an area /like/ Mirkwood-- it works as well." Fang the crosses his arms over his chest as he watches some people walk by carrying some empty bags for the morning's shopping. "Not only that, but it seems you can't really destroy the gates. Something about indestructible or.. self-repairing. Kind of weird stuff going on."
Thranduil	Thranduil folds his hands behind his back as he listens, managing to look down his nose at Fang. He is quite the snooty Elf, unlike his wild subjects. "I would hope there are no other areas like Mirkwood. It was once a lush, beautiful forest. Dol Guldur was once an Elven outpost named Amon Lanc. Then, the Necromancer Sauron moved in and the forest was tainted and became ill. Perhaps it is possible to build walls around the gates so those who pass through them cannot venture far."
Fang	Fang gives a nod of his head, ignoring Thranduil's snootiness. Probably cause he has gotten use to it really. "Maybe. Be a good way to also control who is allowed in and out by having a few gates as check points." Fang looks over at one of the entertainment stores, "Though its going to need to be built pretty darn sturdy-- and given there are some people who can fly out here.."