[Esgallhugwen]

As Esgallhugwen conversed with the Dwarf, Lira took her leave, and what seemed not to far behind a blind Gondorian girl entered. She had taken up with an Elf and Aman saw to her as well,pity, she thought how that can happen to such young beings, the gift of sight taken away.

But her thought were soon disturbed, a man with golden hair entered and Uien rushed to great him; Esgallhugwen knew then and there it must be Falowik. Then the Shirrif came with his snarky remarks, yet he seemed not so demeaning this time trying to sound his fairest.

Esgallhugwen took the last of her drink and thanked the Dwarf for her kindness; saying she needed to tend to her mount. She smiled at Uien as she passed out the door to the stable.

Her graceful yet strong legs brought her quickly to the end of the stables, Morsereg whickered keenly at her arrival. She stroked him gently behind the ears, brushing his jet black mane.

Morsereg's eyes glimmered curiously at the folded piece of cloth that she held next to her side. He stamped his foot, 'a blanket newly made, I purchased some cloth from a Hobbit this morning and set to work on making it; weaving it with silver thread, for the journey ahead of us, it will become cold in the north no doubt and it may come in handy'.

The sky was dim, clouds clumped and streched above them, dripping every so often as if wringing out some wet garment trying to get dry. Esgallhugwen packed it away safely in her saddle bag, humming slightly to the joy of Morsereg's ears.