Valeria shot Dire Lance a glare when he tried to offer his services as a blade. Her blue eyes narrowed. "I have trouble enough without hiring any, thank you very much," she said, and turned back to her drink.
A hobbit named Cami spoke up suddenly and Valeria's face turned as crimson as her cloak when she heard her name mentioned. She ducked her head in embaressment and through she saw Dire Lance snicker.
Her head lifted, though, at the clang of a sword on the floor. A stranger in the corner gathered his weapon quickly and soon moved for the door. There was a wild look in his eyes, as if he were greatly troubled. Valeria wondered, but was silent.
A few moments later, the stranger returned and began to pace the floor. Sighing, he returned to his seat in the corner. Despite the weariness on his face, he seemed determined not to fall asleep.
A dream, then?, Valeria mused. If sleep is so much his enemy, it can be nothing else.
She turned her eyes to the windows. Outside, night was approaching.
[ December 20, 2002: Message edited by: Valeria, Witch of Angmar ]
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