[center][h1][color=bc8dbf]Angfort[/color][/h1][/center]

Angfort. A remote village in a remote region. That band of homes on the ancient crossroads of the Kingdom of Angmar that now only farmers use: a place marked on the map with small characters almost unreadable. Not rarely a child would be born and die without seeing anyone other than the couple hundred of the fellow villagers. Although an outsider might deem this life sad and lonely, the Angfort folk are content there, far away from all the troubles of the world. 

See Angfort. Early in the evening. The village streets already sleep, but from the windows a cat or a dog can be seen throwing a watchful eye at the snowflakes as they gently shower the cobblestone roads. Behind them burn faintly burn the remains of the wood in the fireplaces, and the owners stir their stews whence greasy smells rise. Bannerdills, Battleys, Mackens, Willbreds, and all the other families that make up that snug community are basking in the familiar warmth of their homes; and the handful of weary travelers in the inn, warming their guts with ale, beans and sausages that soak the crusty old bread, are exchanging boastful tales.

In the center of the village, in front of the mayor's (if he could be called a mayor) home, a rough iron cage hangs from a pole and swings around pushed by the winds; and in it a frail old man shakes in the elements, clad in nothing but a piece of cloth that covers his torso and thighs. It is hard to figure out whether the rattling is coming from his teeth or his torturous enclosure as he is struggling to grab a crow that mockingly feasts on old crumbs and seeds fallen off some vendor's cart. His arm is thin enough to pass through the bars that would give a child's arm trouble. His grimaces rapidly, his hand twitches, and he curses his own soul and his own beard. 
[color=fff200]''WHERE ARE YE?! OH, MAY THIS VERY CROW PLUCK ME EYES OUT IF I DON'T SEE YE SOON! WHERE ARE DA PINS?! COME, YE PIN-WEARERS, YA ROTTEN GOONS!''[/color] he howls as a reproach is heard from within the mayor's house. [color=fff200]''IF ME POOR MOTHER SAW ME NOW! AND SHE DID WARN ME 'BOUT THEM BARMY WIZERDS! BUT OLE THOMBUD DID'T LISTEN!''[/color]