[Aranel]

The young woman shivered in the cold air,pulling her cloak close about her.Her dark hair fell about her face.No one noticed her passing in the streets,and was content with this.She wished to go unmarked. Weary she was with travel and grief.She needed food,and thought perhaps some mead would not go amiss either.With a mixture of relief and anxiety she spotted an inn. The White Horse,the sign read.
Inside she could hear many voices,and this pleased her.Perhaps their would be no need to make conversation among so many.Opening the door,she entered.

She looked around quietly and chose a corner to sit in.She had not been prepared for such a sight as this!Elves,here?A Wight? Wolves!She quickly glanced to the door,deciding there must be better places to find a meal.The Elves she did not mind,but a Wight was a bit much for her, not mention the man dressed in grey see had seen.He looked to her to be in a foul temper.One of the Elves was wounded.

She rose to leave,but her way out was blocked by a group of the inn's patrons.Dropping back into her seat,she sat silently and watched.