[Alatariel Telemnar]

Alatariel was listening to the raindrops hitting the roof of the Inn's stables. She was sitting on top of a stool, her shawl shielding her from the cold wind that blew into the stables. Aranel neighed to get Alatariel's attention. She was cold. Alatariel got up off the stool and walked towards Aranel. "Hey girl, you look cold. I'll go get a blanket," she said stoking her damp mane, "Be right back."

Alatariel walked out of the stables into the rain, making her way towards the Inn. When she got inside, she saw several people around the fire to gain some warmth from it, and to dry off. They had come in from the rain to rest along their journeys, and who knew what type of journey they could be up to. She walked to the back of Inn, to get a blanket out of the closet, which was in a very dark corner of the Inn.

Back at the stables she put the blanket over Aranel. She neighed in thankfulness. Alatariel walked over to the corner of the stall, and then lied down on a pile of dry hay. She covered herself with her shawl and tried to fall asleep.


Her attempt failed. She could not get her mind off her past even long enough to go to sleep. It was hopeless. So she just lied there. Off somewhere in the stable she heard someone talking, but it was indistinctive chatter. She listened to the voices, one of which sounded a little frightened. She slowly drifted off into her sleep listening to the voices.