Strolling into the bar, Nials looks around for any familiar faces. In the crowd that has gathered that night it is hard to tell a friend from a stranger. Heading for a familiar table by the fireplace, he sits and orders himself a simple glass of water.

Elidran steps into the bar, and smiles, nodding politely to Nials. He moves towards the bar, calling for a mug of ale.

Bursting through the door of the inn, Torelin crashes into the bar causing all the patrons to turn in surprise. The enormous man quickly makes his way over to the bartender and waits to order a drink. His eyes are ablaze and most people look away as he scans the room.

Elidran blinks in surprise at Torelin.

Nials seeing Elidran enter the bar, he nods in returned greetings. Then going back to drinking his water. Upon hearing a lound noise and the angry curses of patrons being shoved aside Nials turns to see a man thrusting his way to the bar. Curiously he watches this stranger, noting that he is wearing a Guardsman's uniform with the symbols for the silver ship on it.

Elidran mutters to Nials, "Tis Torelin! I wonder what could be wrong with him?" He frowns.

You say, "I have no clue, I know nothing of him."

Elidran frowns, "WEll, he's not usually like this. This is very unusual..."

Nials hrms and then turns to continue to watch the burly guardsman. Noting his uniform once again, and the big axe at his side.

Torelin quickly orders a drink and then spots Elidran in the crowd with another guard. He makes his way toward his comrade as the crowd parts to let him pass. Though his rage is apparent in his eyes, his shoulders are slumped and he appears tired and confused.

Elidran cock shis head at Torelin, regarding his friend worriedly, "Tore! Sit with us, my friend, you look greatly wearied. What troubles you?"

Nials watches the giant of a man as he walks to the table. Noting the look of rage in his eyes, Nials becomes a slight bit uncomfortable.

As though talking seems to be usual for Torelin, he starts to speak but then falls silent. "It is good to see you again, my friend. I...have you perhaps seen Aiesha as of late?"

Elidran shakes his head at Torelin thoughtfully, "Nay, I've not seen her today, Torelin, why?"

Upon hearing the lady healers name, Nials eyes light up. Looking to the burly Gaurdsman, "Alas, the lady has been summoned to Rohan on a business trip with the Good Merchant Arax." Then looking down at the table, his hand reaches for his neck as if reaching for something that isn't there.

Torelin pauses briefly to take in Nials' words. He lets his glass remain on the table untouched and looks hard at the stranger. "Do I know you?" he asks quietly, his voice tight at a stranger mentioning knowledge of Aiesha.

Elidran ahs softly, "I should introduce you. Torelin, this is Nials, also a guard."

Not really paying much attention, Nials thought seem to drift. Smiling to himself, Nials takes another sip of his water. Then hearing the man known as Torelin speak, Nials begins to answer but Elidran beats him to the introduction. Nodding his head, Nials says in a distantly distracted voice, "I am Nials, of the White Tree company."

Torelin assesses the man next to him somberly and but does not extend his hand. His voice is slightly strained as he asks, "And how do you know of Aiesha?"

Snapping back to reality at Tor's question, Nials looks to him still not really paying attention. "I had dinner with her the other night, right her at this very table" he says somewhat dreamily, "She told me of herself, her life...up to the point where she left home and went to Pelengir," then stopping somewhat confusedly, but conitueing quickly "We were pleasantly interrupted by Eli here, but it was of no bother." Looking to Eli as he says the last of his words.

The door opens and Beladan, Knight of Dol Amroth and Prince's Agent in the city of Minas Tirith strides with grim determination into the tavern. He looks around, searching the room again before his eyes fall on Torelin and he strides towards him, the grim look softening to one of pleasant recognition.

Elidran smiles at Nials, grateful to be told he was no interruption. Lifting his ale to his lips, he nods to the new arrival.

Torelin takes a deep pause as if he is taking in Nials' words one by one. He glaces to Elidran and frowns. "She has not spoke of you before. Are we talking about the same women? It would be strange for her not to say anything of you to me." He seems to be oblivious now to all those around him.

Beladan approaches Torelin. "Well met, goodman. I hast not seen thee since we proved each others valor at the tourny. What news, friend?"

Looking again to the table in front of him, Nials hears the words and then replies. "I am speaking of the Lady Healer Aiesha of Pelagir." Then his look turn from one of blissful remembrance to one of confusion. "I know your name good, sir" he says curiously, "by why have you such an interest in the fare lady."

Elidran smiles at Beladan amiably, "Good day.'

Beladan nods amiably to Elidran. "Well met, good Sir."

Torelin turns to Beladan and then back to Nials as he is talked to from all sides. He slowly looks down to his drink and frowns. "She...she is special to me," he says quietly.

Elidran smiles at Torelin and tries to be tactful, "She is a special person, Torelin. Surely there is nothing wrong with speaking to her?"

Nials hearing this, but not having it register as a warning sign, Nials' eyes grow distantly dreamly again, "Aye she is a special person to me too." Then looking to the man behind Tor he says politely, "good day sir, how fares it"

Torelin flashes a glare at Elidran and then turns to Nials cutting off Beladan's inevitable response. "If that is all that took place, then yes, there is nothing wrong." He words are harsh and border on accusing.

You say, "I wonder where she is right now?" he says with a certain longing in his voice."

Beladan sighs and moves towards Torelin.

Beladan +whispers to Torelin, "Shouldst ... need ... ..., gladly wilt ... ... ... ...."

Maddy moves towards those gathered at the bar. She gives each a smile before speaking. "Kin I get any of you fine men anything else to drink?" Maddy tries to be polite. "Anyone?"

Elidran just shakes his head at Torelin's rampant jealousy and sips his ale.

Elidran grins at Maddy, "Aye, lass, could I have another ale?"

Torelin's eyes show a building rage and he nods slightly to Beladan. His words are now accusations aas he says, "You seem to have an interest in her beyond that of friendship."

Nials not hearing these last words, Nials finishes his water. Then stands and pushes his chair back under the table. "Well gentlemen excuse me, but I must take my leave of you now." With this said Nials makes his way to the door, then passing through it into the clear night.

Torelin stands and watches the man leave, his face growing redder with every passing moment. He slams down his fist on the table and follows

Standing the dark night staring at the night sky. Nials looks off in the general direction of Rohan.

Apparently unaware of other people passing in and out of the inn, Torelin charges past them all, knocking one man into a wall. He spots Nials alone not far from the door and shouts out, "We were not finished our conversation!"

Nials hearing the words coming from behind him, Nials half turns and see Torelin mauling his way through the people coming in the general direction of the young guardsman.

Before Torelin has even reaches Nials he has begun speaking, "Do you have other intentions toward Aiesha? If so, you will have to answer to me first!" The words come out in rapid succesion, and he towers over the shorter man, glaring down at him with hard, cold eyes.

Looking up into the eyes of the tall guard, "Why should I have to answer to you?" Nials ask. "Is it not the lady's choice? Besides, I have no quarrel with you, and as far as I know you have no power over what the lady Aiesha does." With this he turns fully to face Tor.

Torelin's face shows pure indignity at Nials' remarks. His lips turn into a sneer and he growls, "Aye, I have no power over her but she does wear my token of affection--one given to her as a pledge. Should your intentions be less than platonic toward her, then I /do/ have a quarrel with you." His hands clench tight by his sides.

Elidran steps closer, looking tempted to interrupt. HE frowns, but does not.

Nials realizing that a fight is now a forgone conclusion, Nials looks to those around him, noticing now that the man who had stood behind Tor and Elidran had exited the tavern and were watching them with a certain interest and trepidation. Looking to Eli, "Please sir, do not interfere, I brought this upon myself. And if I should fall tell the lady Aiesha of my feelings for her." Then looking to the stranger, "I know thee not good sir, but I ask of thee please do not interfere in this quarrel." Finally bringing his gaze back to that of the towering Torelin, "I do in fact hold more than a platonic relationship in my mind for me and the fair lady." Sighing to himself, "If then thou are such an oppressive knave as to deprive a precious jewel such as her the right of freedom then I feel as though it is my duty to humble thee." With this said Nials waits for Tor's reaction.

Elidran eyes Nials in a skeptical manner, but shrugs his shoulders. Far be it from him to intrude. He steps back.

Torelin listens to Nials speak, his knuckles going white as he continues. On the word knave, his eyes begin to slit and he begins to shake slightly as all his muscles tighten. "Humble me?! How dare you speak to me of something you know nothing about! On my honour I will humble you for such slander." With that he lets a right-cross fly at Nials' face with all his strength.

Seeing the flying fist coming for his face, Nials quickly moves his head out of the way. The fist slides off of his soulder doing little damage. Moving to Tors left a step or two, Nials throws a blow to the hip.

Torelin senses Nials' attack and positions himself so as to avoid contact to his stomach. Nials' fist barely is felt through the large man's armour and he immediately take the offensive moving back and drawing out his axe. He seems to be like a bull seeing red, ignoring all those around him and charging forward, swinging his axe in a chopping motion.
Torelin wields Axe.

Feeling his fist hit the guardsman's armor, Nials moves to position himself again. But as he steps back he sees the human behemoth draw a mighty looking axe. Knowing full well that this fight just went from a simple duel of honor to a matter of life and death, Nials reaches for his sword, but as soon as his hands need the hilt, the giant man raises the axe and chops down at the undefended gaurdsman. The blow taking him full in the chest. His armor rips open and his chest is sliced vertically. His eyes glaze over in pain, but somehow he still manages to draw his sword to provide him some meager defense.

Elidran blinks, "Torelin! Stop this madness! You've cut the man, for heaven's sake!"

Beladan brings forth Hyarmenmacil from its resting place.

With a steely ring Beladan steps between the two combatants. "My friend. THou hast fought with honor. Now I charge thee to quit with honor and end this. In the name of Imrahil, put up thy weapon."

Torelin sees his opponent backing to find a defense and immediately throws all his might into another swing of his axe. He seems to be totally oblivious to the shouts of his fellow guard.

As Torelin's swing drives down, Beladan emerges into his field of vision. He tries to hold back his blow and direct it away from the knight but his momentum has gained hold of his axe.

With the agility of long ages spent in training and marshall lore, Beladan dances nimbly out of the way of the blow. Not allowing for the gaurds own attempt at diverting the blow, Beladan steps into the backswing of the blow and catches the blunt end of the axe on the shin, bruising himself. He turns with a thunderous brow towards Torelin. "Thou hast struck me in anger, Guardsman, yet not in malice. Still, I charge thee, surrender thy axe now lest thou face mine wrath." He turns to the injured Nials and begins to examine his wounds.

Vaguely seeing through the pain in his body as the stranger leap between him and the raging giant, thus taking the blow that would have surely ended his life, Nials struggles to keep standing. With his life saved, Nials eyes roll back into his head and his world becomes blackness as his now limp body his the ground.

Beladan kneels at once and calls for water and towels to be bought from the Tavern. He examines the rent in the young guardsman's chest while he awaits the towels, and lifts a small purse from his belt.
The sun slowly rises in the sky, spreading its brilliant light upon Gondor.

As Beladan's words reach Torelin's ears his eyes begin to widen. Realizing what he has done he drops his axe to the ground and stares dumbly at the scene before him. Slowly, without a word, he reaches under his shirt and pulls out his medallion. Then, without further deliberation he throws the medallion to the ground next to his axe and runs in the direction of the great gate.

Beladan probes the chest of Nials and takes some towels from Maddy, who has appeared from the Tavern. He dabs at the blood before opening the purse and smearing a foul smelling ungent on the wound. Returning to his belt, Beladan takes another, smaller pouch and withdraws a needle and thread, deftly sewing the man closed.

Beladan tends to the injuries on Nials.

Beladan standing, Beladan directs two men to lift the prone Nials and take him into the Tavern to rest. As they lift him, Beladan places a vial under Nials' nose, brining forth a violent reaction and causeing his eyes to open.

Nials's eyes open, his pupils wide. Blinking a few times, Nials attempts to shake off the effects of the dizzy he is feeling. With a sudden effort, he struggles to stand, but quickly decides that is a bad idea as it sends his whole world spining.

Beladan begins to look for Torelin, and stooping, takes his axe and medalion. The axe he slips through a thong in his beltand the and pouches he returns to their place. The medallion he slips inside his armor. His face is dour and he shakes his head slowly, as he takes Nials' hand and follows the stretcher bearers inside.