Kitanna sat for a moment. Wither companion gone for the time she would have to stay out of trouble. She looked around and spotted Eothed. Did he even have news of Rohan? Well, there was one simple way to find out.
Kitanna waltzed through the inn and over to where the man sat. His brown hair fell into eyes. "Excuse me. I was wondering, do you have any news of Rohan?"
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