Seated amicably over drinks, it took some time for Rimbaud to ascertain that the Wight had disappeared again, as swiftly and silently as he had arrived. Yet his presence remained, a palpable warning to behave whilst in The White Horse. The Gondorian Innkeeper swallowed his nervousness, and, seemingly unfazed to others watching, returned to conversation with the battle-worn Eledrim, who, the truce now complete, had some very interesting ideas regarding a Story he wished to tell.
"Dear Sir, do go on," said Rimbaud, in the same, purposeful voice he had used before, although now no-one heard the delicate threat that had been there before, in the rich timbres of the well-enounciated words. "Your ideas for a Tale in Rohan interest me greatly. I trust that the information I have imparted is sufficient?"
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