[Dark-Caranthir]

Mornovarion cut out of the woods for a short time now, the stifling dark air, which reminded of the dungeons he had been in not too long ago, had been driving him crazy, if he wasn't crazy already. Besides he needed food and whenever he tried to hunt, animals noticed him and sped off, even though he had been quiet and stealthy as only an elf can. He hoped to find a town nearby where he could spend a night at an inn and in comparitive comfort. The voice had protested, but Mornovarion had convinced it that it was for the best.
He had come to a town after a few days and after stealing food and money from a grocery shop had booked in at an inn for a night. While sitting at the bar surrounded by fat men drinking pints of beer, he himself only had a glass of water he noticed that there were other elves at the inn; an old female elf all in white and two younger women, probably her handmaidens. When Mornovarion moved to approach them, he would feel better talking to those of his own kin, than those oafs at the bar, the old elf silenced her two friends and got up and walked past Mornovarion. As she strode past him, she whispered, "I know what haunts you,". Mornovarion's eyes widened at these words, she knew! Something had to be done...