[Sophia the Thunder Mistress]

Morwyn shook her head in disbelief. The things that went on in this inn. She scanned the room carefully when Elhor left. The dark creatures that were gathered in one corner made her shudder. She'd fought off orcs before. She glanced at Nahai, who looked troubled. She smiled, and asked Pio for another ale, as the inkeeper passed their table.

"Now for tales, my new friend?" she aked, cautiously. Now that Nahai had revealed her secret, Morwyn was more comfortable telling her stories, by comparison they were matters of jest. Nahai's eyes were following Elhor across the room.

Morwyn drew a deep breath and began to recount an incident from the road to the Green Dragon.

"I was travelling alone, one must always be careful." She began. "My horse is swift, but he is also valuable, and there are many dangerous men who would try to take him from a lone woman. As I rode north I met a small dark man with a scarred face. We met in a lonely place, and I was frightened. He spoke friendly words while pointing a dagger at me, and I rode with him for several days. At night I didn't sleep, but sat with my hand on Leofa's reins and my sword drawn. After two days I grew very tired. We were close to Bree at this point. And that night, I slept." her voice grew quiet. "I awoke to find the man with the scarred face searching my pockets. My pack was open and strewn about the ground. He'd taken my sword, and found the dagger in my sleeve. When I cursed at him he slapped me, threatened me. 'Women', he said, 'should never travel alone'." She paused and looked up at Nahai, to see if she was listening. She wondered if the shape-changer would have been frightened. Morwyn had been terrified. She guessed not, a bear has little to fear from a man with a dagger.