[Adanedhel]

Adanedhel was surprised as Laitalathion, the stranger he had just met, fled from the room as if in fear of something. Adanedhel frowned and soon found the source of Laitalathion distress, a young woman who was standing in the doorway of Bethberry's office was staring, as if in shock, at the door that lead outside and through which Laitalathion had run.

The Half-Elf rose the frown still firmly set on his face as he strode from the room, slinging his sword across his back as he did so, many patrons looked up as the drama unfolded and were probably wondering what was going on, but as the tall Half-Elf left ducking out in the cold night air they all quickly returned to whatever conversations or activities they were engaged in, no more thought returned to the two men that had just left.

The air had a chill bite to it and Adanedhel had stopped just outside the front door of the Inn, eyes quickly adjusting to the dark as he pulled his cloak about him tightly and stuck his hands underneath his armpits to keep them warm. He stood for a few moments, listening to the night air trying to pick up anything that was out of place something that the Elves of Mirkwood had taught him as a young child and saved his life on more than one occasion. A frigid breeze blew, Adanedhel shivered and heard barely on the end of it a quiet sobbing coming from the rear of the inn.
Straight away Adanedhel strode off, fogetting the cold he jogged around the side of the inn and saw Laitalathion lying on the freezing ground curled up as though dying clutching himself and crying bitterly. Adanedhel walked slowly up to the sobbing Laitalathion bent down and quickly slid his hands under the Half-Elf's armpits and lifted him up standing him on his feet.

'I saw what made you run....What troubles me though is why?

Adanedhel stood ice blue eyes concentrating fully on the man before him.....

[ February 10, 2003: Message edited by: Adanedhel ]