[Elora]

As Vanwe studied the sky, her thoughts wandered to the carving she had only just started. It had been at least a day since she worked further on it. Her eyes dropped from the stars and she looked around her, taking in her surrounds. Something snagged her vision, and she gazed intently at a shape leaning against the bole of a nearby tree. It was, she realised with a start, a Man.

Thinking him perhaps injured, sitting as he was outside under a tree, Vanwe started forward cautiously. A Man startled could be dangerous and well she knew it. A few paces away and Vanwe realised it was the Man from the inn and she came to a standstill. She had not spoken a word.

"Is there something I can help you with," he asked, slowly opening his eyes.

"I thought you were injured," Vanwe replied with wide eyes. The link she had sensed earlier whispered in her mind as she spoke. He remained unmoving beneath the tree, watching still.

"I am sorry. I did not mean to disturb you," Vanwe added softly, unsure as to his danger. He did not move still. Feeling faintly foolish, Vanwe realised she had been staring at him. She dropped her eyes to the ground and turned on a heel to leave when something occurred to her. It was not so long ago when a tree had been her only shelter.

"Perhaps, if you wish, I could find you somewhere more comfortable to spend the night... Sir." Vanwe added the appelate just in case she was offending him. It was hard to tell. His lips lifted in a humourless smile, at what she did not know.

"This tree is comfortable for one of my means," he said quietly.
"I do not mean to quarrel, but perhaps Derufin could find something as reasonably priced. I can ask him for you when he returns, if you wish."

Feeling as though she had intruded enough, Vanwe started to withdraw. Falowik liked his privacy, she guessed. A chattering Elf with no apparent appreciation for such things would be irritation enough for his politeness to fade.