[Esgallhugwen]

Esgallhugwen sat by the fire close enough to dry off, but not to close, that was her way. She sat next to a hooded Gondorian man, but not so close as to get him wet, her dark auburn hair dripping with dew.

Motionless she sat looking into the flames, her face like marble, eyes of cold grey always holding within them some memory, the light of the flames flickering in her eyes. It gave her a haunted look of something dark and shadowed, yet beautiful she remained despite what she held within her.

The thought of the mission ahead of her she pondered still, supplies were needed, food and candles; herbs in need of replenishing for her creams and balms. An excited noise came up from the kitchen must be Mistress Piosenniel that I've heard about; with her two young ones and her husband. And when lunch came about Cook had asked her to make it for the Inn, apparently her soup the other day had been a hit.

The Inn became lighter with the passing of the clouds, and soon she would head out to seek for herbs; though she was more than certain Uien had already replenished her supply with the help of Falowik.

And when would he return, surely it would be soon, the horse seemed fast enough to carry him swiftly and safely, never mind the fact that not much danger ever lived in the Shire.