[Nevtalathiel]

* * * DALE - Girion * * *

"Jarl!" Girion had not expected to see Jarl, though he rememeber that he had probably been told at some point that they would meet in the White City. He smiled at the knowledge that he would not now have to face King Elessar alone but would be there with one of his father's most trusted trade advisers.

"We were just off to the tavern, come and share a drink with us." His smile broke into a grin, at which Jarl looked a little uncomfortable; he was clearly aware that one drink with Girion could lead to a whole host of other mayhem. "It's ok, Bram's taking us, and I promise to be good." Jarl looked sceptical; a promise from Girion had never meant much, unless it was a promise of broken bones, but a nod and a wink from Bram reassured him.