“Actually, I’ve lost count. Very old, anyways. One of the oldest things on this earth, in fact.”

*How old? first age? Years of the trees? Noontime of Valinor?*

"Cool, so you were around when Fangorn awoke?"

“Yes.”

*I honestly haven’t decided. Slightly older then Glorfindel, anyway. *

*So... maybe born in Aman? Same generation as Finrod and Turgon and Maglor?*

"Cool... really cool."

"So... how is it going, Mr?"

*He was born shortly after Feanor and his buds came to Middle Earth.*

”It’s going fine. You?”

*GtG bye!*

*So, he wasn't around to the awakening of the ents, got it*

"Great! This place is so cool, when I go back to fangorn, I will tell him all about it."

*BYE*

Yävan walks into the tavern, carrying a rabbit. “I shall make some rabbit stew, would any fine sir or madam want to join me?”

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Yävan walks into the tavern, carrying a rabbit. “I shall make some rabbit stew, would any fine sir or madam want to join me?”

 Ulfang: "sure... So where did you get it?"

“Hunted it. Fresh meat is always the best.”

"Indeed... So what endeared you to this strange establishment?"

“What does thou mean? I wanted to cook, so I went hunting.”

"I mean this tavern." Ulfang says, bluntly

“Ahh. I was a warrior of Gondolin, when the fall happened, I was homeless. I wandered the world, finding many taverns and homes, I grew to love traveling, so I traveled here. And now I am here.”

"Gondolin?"

*Ulfang is from Rhun and has little recollection of the first age*

“Gondolin, the city of legend? He draws a picture of Gondolin.” Sleight of hand:5

"I... I see. I am this was before the first great dawn? Anyway, interesting."

“Shall thy help me cook this?” He tosses it into the air and his sword is a blur as he cuts it up. It falls on a plate in pieces. “If thou could make the broth?”

"I can. I was raise on the steppe, and I hope I shall find my rest there." Ulfang says, preparing to cook