Vinorel
The elf could fell the eyes of many upon her. They must rarely have elves come to Rohan indeed, thought Vinorel, to be so taken aback by my presence here.
She was once again alone. Yet, this time she sought out companionship. Vinorel had been alone for too long traveling on the road to Rohan, plus, she was not expected by the King and Queen till the evening, she could afford to spend some time relaxing and enjoying herself in this pleasent inn. Her eyes began to roam the inn as she sought out someone to speak with.
While searching, Vinorel saw the assistant innkeeper talking with a man at a table nearby. Hoping that she would not seem too bold, the lady made her way softly to the table. "Excuse me," the elf said to the man and woman, when she had reached their table, in her smooth voice, "I do hope that I am not intruding, yet I was wondering if I might join the two of you to sit and talk, if you would not mind." Vinorel stood above them, awaiting her answer, as the day moved on in the land of Rohan.
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