[Manelwen]

Opening her eyes, she groaned as the light penetrated what felt like were orbs of goo. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, grimacing when she realized that her gauntlets were still on and they scratched at the bridge of her nose. Looking down, the grimace deepened the lines on her smooth face as she realized that her armor was still on. She must have drank too much and then was deposited on the bed after someone realized she would be in the way when unconscious.

She heaved a great sigh and threw the gauntlets off of her hands and then the armor went next, into a pile on the bed, along with her cloak, soft leather boots, her weapon and an empty tankard that wasn't pried from her hands when she slipped into her drunken stupor. The elf felt slightly humiliated because of her behavior, so unbefitting an elf, but with a shrug the thoughts were banished as quickly as they came.

She stood in her light cotton tunic and leggings and crossed lazily over to a bowl that sat on the table, full of steaming hot water. A wash cloth and a bar of lye soap sat beside it in a neat pile. Himelilek quickly washed, scrubbing the grime from her face until her skin was bright pink from the rough cloth.

After her grooming, she sat on the bed, pulling her long fingers through her hair, wincing as the snags were ruthlessly torn and worked at. Finally, she rebraided it and threw it back and began to dress. She hadn't even finished getting on her boots when there was a loud knock at the door. In alarm and by sheer habit, she picked her knife up and tossed it in the general direction of the noise. Laughing at herself, she pulled the knife but it didn't dislodge itself from the thick wooden planks, but pulled the door open. There stood Orzacles with a leering grin on his face that Himelilek only met by one of her own. "Is that the way you always open a door?" his gruff voice asked.

She grunted and yanked again, the knife falling loose onto the floor. Himelilek hauled it in by the chain like catching a fish, neatly hanging it from a hook on her wide leather belt. "What do you want?" She grumbled, her headache suddenly throbbing in beat with the barbarian's footfalls.

"We are leaving soon." he said, eyeing her shrewdly.

Standing, she looked down at him with her cool eyes, her face twisted in an ugly smile. "Fine. To the silmaril, we go." She said happily, nothing short of skipping from the room, following after the grim men.

Sorry, if I stepped on your toes, Susan. I couldn't think of any other reason they could go and see Himelilek and she isn't going to be passed out all night or the whole RPG...