*>SAY misty mountains

Beorn says 'The Misty Mountains you say? Aye, I know them very well indeed.'

Beorn says 'I used to live there with my people, a long time ago.'

Beorn gets a distant look in his eyes as he stares west.

Beorn says 'We lived as goatherds and woodworkers, and traded many of our'

Beorn says 'goods with people on both sides of the Misty Mountains back then.'

Beorn smiles happily through his dense, black beard.

Beorn says 'We were renowned and appreciated for our craftmanship, and our'

Beorn says 'people, though few in number, prospered for generations.'

Calmly caressing his large axe, Beorn struts proudly.

Beorn says 'Until the evil began.'

Stroking his beard thoughtfully, Beorn sighs loudly.

Beorn says 'The orcs started to roam, few and weak at first, but they kept'

Beorn says 'increasing, both in numbers and in strength, while we suffered.'

Beorn growls menacingly and clenches his huge fists.

Beorn says 'Our only allies were the huge, black bears of the wild forests.'

Beorn says 'They protected us, and never attacked our homes nor our animals.'

Beorn grins broadly and his bulky muscles ripple with excitement.

Beorn says 'They were wise and strong, and some of our people even claimed'

Beorn says 'to be able to communicate with the bears, just like the wizards!'

Beorn chuckles politely, but you notice a twinkle in his eyes.

Beorn says 'The bears always helped us against the accursed beasts,'

Beorn says 'for they too refused to succumb to the Enemy's lies and betrayal.'

Beorn frowns in disgust.

Beorn says 'The evil forces grew ever stronger though, and not even the bears'

Beorn says 'could save my people. But let us not talk anymore of the Enemy!'

Beorn peers around with weary eyes and swings his axe.

Beorn says 'I prefer to remember the Mountains for their good sides.'

Relaxing again, Beorn sets his axe on the ground and leans upon its hilt.

Beorn says 'The fresh air, the lush and green forests below the timber line'

Beorn says 'and the clean mountain creeks and rivers that were full of fish.'

A smile comes to Beorn's face as he recalls his old homeland.

Beorn says 'Ah, standing in the water when the salmon sprang up the falls.'

Beorn says 'Motionless, like a troll in the sun, but ready to strike.'

Beorn flexes his long, hairy arms and stretches his fingers.

Beorn says 'And with one mighty slap of your paw...'

Beorn says 'I mean, your hand...'

Beorn suddenly reddens and mutters something incomprehensible under his beard.

Beorn says 'Oh well, I have business to attend!'

With a thundering cough, Beorn ceases to speak.