A cloaked figure wanded through the doors of the inn, she had a quiver slung over her back and a bow of Mirkwood origin. She stopped briefly and looked around, her face still covered by her dark green hood. She took her hand of her sword hilt and walked furthur into the warm inn.
She sighed, as she looked for a spare seat, she was tired after traveling for days. She was an Elven exile and lived with the Dunedain, she sometimes dissapeared for months at a time, but that was always expected. She looked around again for some friendly faces.
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My name is Lalaith, i am an Elven exile, living with the Dunedain of the North. I can disapeare for days at a time so be warned. I appeare when and if i chose.
I amar prestar aen, Han mathon ne nen, Han mathon ne chae, A han noston ned wilith.
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