The sun began to rise in the east, spilling over the tops of stark trees, into the clearing. The Hobbits gathered round a dying fire, the glow of a few embers all that hinted at warmth. The old one stayed near it, without looking up. He felt the 13 gather around him, an unlucky number, he knew. But together, they would be enough.
"I sent for you all, most urgently. And I thank you for coming." The old one raised his head, his blind eyes unseeing but his face giving away all that he knew. "I know that some of you are not what you seem, and that you have sent off this earth those I needed most. No matter, for we will root out the evil in our midst before moving on to the evil around us."
The old man raised a hand as the Hobbits, and those that seemed like Hobbits but were not, clamored with anger and suspicion. There was the subtle clank of steel, twang of bowstring, rattle of chain.
"Heed! The threat rising now, from the ashes of this Dragon War, is greater than any you could imagine. It is only together that we can defeat it. Hobbits, small though we may be, are always at the center of the solution. Today is no different." The old man stood. "Let us find the evil ones among us, and then turn to the next task."
Day 1 has begun. It ends in 14 days.
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