The Lady Esgallhugwen did not wish to open the door at first but did not want the person on the other side to feel there was something wrong... to late the other presence she presumed to be an Elf had caught on to her grief, she should have known to conceal it better than she had. No matter far too late, she opened the door slowly.
For the first time her appearance was revealed to another at the inn. For ever since her first entrance into this place she had remained in shadows by way of her cloaks hood.
Not even to the Ranger or to the Elf man had she chosen to reveal herself. She cared not now who saw her for the past grieved her so.
Her green eyes blazed like un-natural flame against her pale skin. Framing her face slightly was dark auburn hair falling down in thick waves. Esgallhugwen's eyes first raged in anger than in sorrow.
She bade welcome to the pale blonde elf into her qaurters.
[ July 24, 2003: Message edited by: Esgallhugwen ]
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"...for the sin of the idolater is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others.
-8:9:4 The Witness of Fane"
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