In a room on the second floor of the inn, Hinura opened her eyes and yawned after a good night's sleep. She blinked at the bright sunlight coming through the window, and reluctantly sat up to get dressed.
Pulling her tunic over her head, the young bard recalled the meeting made the night before, where she had encountered Gandalf the Grey-imagine!- and learned of the journey being made by his company. She had dreamed of making such a journey to this place as a girl, and was only averted by the reputation of the lands around the castle.
Hinura picked up the little harp that she had propped up against the wall by her bed and turned a few of the pegs; it was out of tune after being used the night before. She ran a hand across the strings to check it, and smiled; it once had taken her ages to get it to sound right, once upon a time.
She peeked out the door to see if anyone was out and about yet. Her eyes widened to see a small crowd aready forming downstairs. "Oh no," she groaned. "I slept in!" Incredulous that she would do such a thing on such an important day, she raced back inside. After carefully placing her harp inside her packsack, she hurried out of her room, holding her packsack with one hand and frantically trying to pat down her bed-head with the other, she thumped down the stairs, coming to a sudden stop to face her companions for the journey, who were looking over to see who was making such a racket. Hinura gave a bright, and slightly embarressed smile. "Hello," she said timidly.
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