[Nerindel]

Léspheria walked around the common room with Ruby lifting the empty mugs while Buttercup swept the floor and Aman ushered a rather drunken hobbit party out of the inn, Buttercup and Ruby were chatting and laughing merrily about the great success the Mathom sale had been, Léspheria listened but her thoughts kept returning to Vanwe.

The young elven woman had revealed much to her some of which truly astounded her she could not imagine how hard the elf's life must have been. Léspheria's life had always been a guarded one, not that it needed to be of course, it just always seemed that after her mothers mysterious disappearance she never had to travel alone their was always an endless supply of elves or Rangers to escort her.

As she gazed out the window at the starry night, she hoped that Vanwe would be safe in the stable, just then her thought were disturbed.

"...Aye'n his leg was fair beaten up" "It's well that cook gave 'im that sleeping powder, it will ache some tonight" "Aye Derufin was lucky it were only 'is leg 'n not 'is head that all I'm saying,"

It was Buttercup and Ruby they were discussing the handyman's unfortunate accident in the cellar, Léspheria's eyes shot between to two and then again to the window, the two hobbits looked at her puzzled.

"What is it miss Léspheria" Buttercup asked quietly, but Léspheria had not heard her, she had put down her tray and determinedly strode towards the door, but before she could reach it she felt a firm hand on her right arm. As she turn she saw the disapproving look of the Rohirrim innkeeper. "were are you off to at such a late hour" she asked looking down to Léspheria's sword. Léspheria followed her gaze, she had completely forgotten that she still wore her sword and even worse her right hand was now gripping the leather bound hilt.

She quickly let it go and looked deep into the Rohirrim womans eyes, her head swam with turmoil, she had promised Vanwe that she would not say anything, "I saw someone sneaking about the stable" she quickly improvised.

"some of the guests have been complaining of a shifty looking ranger and he seemed to be taking a great interest in our southern guest and a few others" she added thinking it what do well to keep the innkeeper informed of such things. but her eyes still strayed to the door with concern.