Still offering my lead-dispensation services (special discount: pay for two hole-ridden raiders, get a third one free!), I ran across a makeshift training hall, where one of the town’s Rangers was passing some knowledge on to some… well, let’s say “challenging” pupils. At first, nothing seemed out of place. Well, aside from the slightly sad attempts made at correct answers, that is (it’s quite comical, to be honest, though obviously it starts repeating itself after a while. If you’re around the FARM, I recommend stopping by and listening to Stayput and the gang take a lesson or two). But then something Stayput said caught my eye:
Immediately images of a bearded Viggo Mortensen lopping off bit of Uruk-Hai came to mind, and I started looking for a cranky old dwarf and assorted hobbits, but no such luck: all I could see were a gaggle of Chota (I have decided that the plural for Chota is the same as that for geese), and one FARM Ranger named Aura Gorn who was teaching them the basics of FARM life.
Oh well. Maybe the next town over will have Laygo Lass teaching the finer points of crossbow use or Jim Lee giving melee axe training.