Ruined Courtyard - round 3

[Telcontar]

Morirúsë looked at the creature groveling on the floor and fought the urge to slay it.

"This thing is a foul creature and spent a life time bending the bodies of the dead to do its bidding. We should make no quarter with it."

The elf held the light aloft and scanned the shadows to mark where the creatures were. The naked blade sparkled in the lamp light.

[Eclecticon]

Arbogast nods his agreement.  "It is as my friend says.  You have held congress with foul things in the service of ends perhaps fouler still.  These are foul crimes in the eyes of the Free Pepoles, yet already it seems we have seen enough death."

He looks about at the remainder of the Fellowship.  "Instead, our judgement is this.  You will leave this place and never return.  We will spread the tale of what took place here, so that all may know of you and your misdeeds.  If ever you take up the practice of sorcery once more, mark my words that it will end ill for you." 

That is, he thinks, darkly, assuming that Mirkwood does not do what we would not.