[Valesse]

Valesseka jumped up for her spot on the ground, covered her brooch and humbley examined the well dressed Gondorian's boot-clad toes. She had recognized him to be the man who she had caught shouting at the Sea of Rhûn, and was starting to feel that he had quite an affinity for being boisterous, even if his calling out did make her feel a tad more secure.

"I would tell you my story, good sir, but I fear it would not be as marvellous as your own... I will make you a deal however, that I will tell you about me, if you do the same in return?" Very slowly a faint grin was growing on her face, some bit out of embarassment, but mostly from inexplicable giddiness. "That is... if it pleases my lord..." she nodded, boldly eyeing his shins. She had not expected someone to also head North like herself, but did not find his presense profoundly disappointing.

Lowering her head once more, Valesseka held her arms out in offerance to Éomeléo, "Please... sit. I'm from Arnor, so I fear my story is as long as the wind that carries it from me."

He seemed cheerful enough... but, she figured, he didn't really need the treasure if he could afford garbs like that.