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Odo The Carrockman watched Oldan hobble along for a while. His suspicious nature tempted him to search through the shack, but his gut still told him that Oldan was - well, if not exactly what he said he was, then at least someone to be trusted. There probably wasn't anything revealing in...

ODO Odo regarded the old man. Although he couldn't be sure, it seemed like the old fellow was an agent, a watcher of some kind set to keeping an eye on the Woodsmen - and on incursions from Mirkwood... Unless all that was fog and fairy lights for a more sinister purpose. Odo tensed at the...

ODO Odo adjusted the load and peered at the ramshackle cabin. He was developing the impression that the old man was more than he appeared. What was he? Ignoring for the moment the instinct to drop the sack and put a hand on a blade, Odo glanced around at the surrounding forest. Was he a...

ODO Odo stared for a long moment at the old man, trying without much success to determine if the fellow was mad, senile, in his cups, or if he possibly knew something of significance. And "Bear-Men…" Well, that could just be referring to Odo's size, or his evident appearance as a Beorning. Or…...

ODO Odo took a deep breath and took a moment to enjoy the signs of Spring all around the Woodsmen's town. The yearly renewal of the world always seemed to shove the Shadow back a bit, and Odo liked the Woodsmen: their pragmatic bustle made him think of his own people. It was tempting to spend...

Regis glanced over at William. Well, if she was into books... "Well. Um, William, I could give her a tour once you're done showing her around..."

Regis briefly (and pointedly) examined his hand as if checking to make sure it wasn't dirty. Yep, damaged, he thought. Can't blame her for being weirded out, given the situation... "Oh-kay," he said with another smile. "Well, the news of the world awaits. I'll be in the library..." he...

Regis snorted inwardly as William introduced the new girl. My children? He'd never thought of William as a father. A benefactor and occasional mentor, maybe, and while he would be loath to admit it, Regis sometimes thought of him as a kindly rich uncle… But not a father. That ship had...

Regis flicked his glance over at Austen, and then back to his growing pile of sugar cubes. "Slumming." He found it fundamentally unfair that not only was Austen stunning to look at, but she could read emotions better than most girls could. He was usually uncomfortable in her presence because...

Regis Out of habit, Regis' feet led him to the dining hall as a shortcut to the kitchen. Distracted by ruminations on the latest climate change data, he noticed three steps too late that there were several people at the table, a few of whom had noticed him. "%#$@," he muttered under his...

Regis Finch Regis had been up at dawn as usual, both out of habit and for his desire to grab the morning papers before anyone else (usually the little kids) ruined them. He was in his usual perch in the back of the library, hidden from sight by the towering rows of shelves but near a window...