[Esgallhugwen]

Thalinar blinked as the young girl responded that she was listening to the door, he was also amazed that one that lived, or so he presumed, in an Inn that she had never seen an Elf before.

But mayhaps no Elves wander into this Inn, he pondered to himself and took a seat on the chair, inviting the young girl to have a seat on the bed. "Do you know why Finian put you in this room?" Thalinar shook his head, uncertain of what she was getting at.

"It is because you look so sad and solemn all the time and because he has heard rumours of your kind leaving to the western lands. The east is a new beginning. The west is an ending."

The golden hair of the Elf glistened faintly as the sun passed its zenith, "the west is my ending, and the east is your beginning" he spoke with a pang of sadness. He looked back at her paying attention to every detail, every feature of her form.

He smiled weakly, "but please let us not discuss such times, it will be many many long years before I even begin to consider sailing away into the west, so until then I plan on enjoying the company of people such as yourself", Thalinar smiled more openly at her.

"And in enjoying such company I was wondering if you would care to tell me how you acquired the gift of being able to speak with things such as the floor boards and the door, and if you can speak with other like objects" he folded his hands in front of him and gave her an amusing quizical look.