[Everdawn]

Aeryn smiled at Talendur from across the table. "forgive me, Talendur, but it seems like you are lonley, i can tell by your voice. You know what! I think you need to hear a story. And Aeryn of Golden tells the best stories, now..."

she said thinking, "fact or fiction?" she asked the table.

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Alaemas hit Dolenmar on the shoulder. "rangers" he said. Dolenmar turned around to see the group of rangers. "from the north?" he asked.

"Cant tell, perhaps. Or if they are from the south, we have been away from civilisation for too long." he laughed. "perhaps they are here on the same business we were here on." Dolenmar said facing Alaemas. "perhaps."

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Umbria was sitting by the window in her room, one subject played through her mind. Was she still alive? The daughter she had concieved eighteen years prior.

Under emmence strain of her eternal guilt, she had sent her half elven daughter away to Minas Tirith to live with the father that she had no feelings for. His name was Aroden, and he had died shortly after her birth, in battle.

Umbria had known this, though her daughter she was told, had died from fever. Could the rangers have truth in saying she was alive? Umbria still sat pondering.