Carried on the stillness of the morning’s air came the sound of a voice raised in song, unexpected as the glimpse of gold in a river bed. A song that seemed to leap and dance, joyful and free. And, a moment later, with a hop and a bound there came into a view a man, or so it seemed. On his head was an old battered hat, with a tall crown and a long blue feather stuck into its band, whilst upon his back was a coat of blue. He stumped along with great yellow boots on his thick legs, heedless of the noise that he made with his passing. A long brown beard sprouted from a face as red as a ripe apple and creased into a hundred wrinkles of laughter, whilst his eyes were blue and bright. In his hands he carried a large leaf as a tray for a small pile of white water-lilies. “Greetings friend and well met, come merry dol brightly!” he spoke, not breaking off his song but rather weaving his words into it. “Old Tom is his name if he recalls it rightly.”
NPC Encounter
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Options | Loyalists | Neutral | Usurpers |
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SAY (one word) | ? | ? | ? |
ATTACK Tom | ? | ? | ? |
OFFER him some flowers for his tray | ? | ? | ? |
FLEE the strange fellow | ? | ? | ? |
TELL Tom a joke | ? | ? | ? |
Ask for AID in the war | ? | ? | ? |
RECITE a poem | ? | ? | ? |
Seek to RECRUIT Tom Bombadil to his cause | ? | ? | ? |