Le manteau a fait un bon travail de garder les éléments hors d'Eodras. Tout ce dont il avait besoin maintenant, c'était d'un incendie, ce qui s'avérerait un peu difficile avec toute cette pluie. Il s'en alla dans la forêt et ne s'éloigna pas trop loin du camp, en creusant des branches des parties inférieures des arbres. Tout morceau de bois qui se trouvait sur le sol serait trop humide et ne causerait que de la fumée, donc il a dû se contenter des branches.
Il a fallu un peu plus de temps pour obtenir le feu, qu'il a fait autour d'un pied loin de sa tente pour qu'il ne commence pas à inhaler toute la fumée. Quelques minutes plus tard, il installait une grille de travail. Il y avait deux bâtons de part et d'autre du feu avec une branche accrochée sur eux avec un écureuil écorché et vidé empalé sur elle. Pas vraiment un repas pour les rois, mais Eodras était content. Un feu et l'odeur de la cuisson de la viande réchauffent toujours l'âme.
Alors qu'Eodras s'asseyait au-dessus de la viande, il remarqua à nouveau le Haradrim. Il a craché par terre alors qu'elle passait. Eodras n'avait aucune idée de ce qu'elle était, mais il l'a méprisée. Tout le monde à Gondor détestait le Haradrim, même si la plupart d'entre eux n'en avaient jamais rencontré un auparavant. Son père lui racontait des histoires d'embuscades dans les armées d'Haradrim, qui étaient fatiguées d'envahir leurs terres. Au bout d'un moment, il a cessé de penser à elle et est retourné à sa nourriture se tenant de chaque côté des bâtons et prenant une morsure de l'écureuil. Quand il mangeait la viande, les nains ont commencé à chanter, Eodras a commencé à taper son pied sur le sol en allant avec le battement avec un sourire sur son visage.
Oid, son of Ori.

Age: 67
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Appearance: 4'4, and possessing brown hair and eyes, of a colour so similar people often remark about it. He has soft features except for a jaw so large it makes his beard look just a little odd on him. His hair is in a long unkempt mess though his beard is expertly braided. Unlike most Dwarves his body is devoid of any major scars or tattoos except for some near his mouth from when he once shattered a glass of wine whilst trying to drink it.
Equipment: no professional soldiering armour though his leather armour is thick enough to usually get arrows stuck in it and greatly soften the blows of blunt attacks, although his boots are a thick ornate Dwarven steel. He is armed with a heavy round shield as large as him if not for his clothes, and an ornate poleaxe. He also carries three throwing axes, and a (approx. one and a half handed) pickaxe from his mining days. A single bar of gold from which he takes pieces. Two loaves of bread, a massive flask of wine, and a dried fish.
Personality: He has the gold-lust of most Dwarves though significantly less of it. He is quite oblivious to the world around him, making him a little naive, and too friendly. He can even deal with Elves, only giving them the necessary "up your's git," before engaging in conversation.
Story: to be a "gentle giant," (I know that sounds odd considering his race) generally following others, having his happy views on the world shattered, yet to desperately cling to the happiness and wonder he sees in it and make others do the same.
Bio:
A son of one of Dain's soldiers arriving to the Lonely Mountain, he is the direct descendant of one of it's re-colonizers. He grew up to take a quite normal profession for Dwarves, a miner. He did it well, singing and laughing with the other miners. It all went well until the other Dwarves started accusing him of stealing, of a gold-lust horrid. In truth, he was innocent and perplexed, yet such was the flurry of accusations even his family started hiding their possessions from him.
Soon the subtle suggestions to leave began, and he took the hint. He used what little money he in truth had to get some gear, took a family shield and his pick-axe and set off to wander. Having discovered a Caravan by word of one of his few friends, he instantly joined looking for adventure and to see the world.
His clothes are a treated and extremely thick variant of something like this