Golin Gravelmine
"Great! Now we have the volounteers to carry the rings: I believe these carriers have will stronger than mithril,since as much as I know these rings are tempting.Oooh! I agree with the black-haired to nominate Verza as leader,since I do no good in leadin'!" Golin said,in an approving tone.
However,later he scanned the candidate chosen by Golin.
Tall,dark-haired with a dagger hanging from his belt.What convinced him that Verza was a born leader was how he watches and looks: careful to every detail.Apparently just by the look,he can determine how to do something hopefully,good and fast.
He seemed smart,atleast smarter than Golin and far more precise,clear and clean...comparing Golin's tunic and Verza's clothes,it is clearly visible that the tunic appears to be older and more ruined.
Then,the first time Golin spit out an order during an assault to his fellows, the poor returned in a miserable state.
Because Golin wasn't precise enough and couldn't foresee the enemy's movement.
"Who I really don't want on the commanding place is that guy clad in armor: Instead of unifying he would probably dismantle a group already dismantled" Golin thought: whenever he lays his eyes on Valinor,something unnatural crosses his nerves...a chill? Whatever it is,it gives a strange feeling to Golin.
Maybe,Valinor was a great leader but....not for Golin.
"What'cha say,Gunvald?" Golin posed the head of the hammer on the floor and leaned against the long handle: the head was heavy enough to sustain Golin's weight.