[*Varda*]

Shivering with the cold outside, Varda made her way to the door of the Inn, ‘The White Horse.’ Seeking shelter for a few days, and hearing of the Inn famed for its storytelling, she felt she could not pass through Rohan without paying a visit.

Pushing open the door, she noticed the Inn was quiet, for it was still early. Looking around, she observed that the Innkeeper was a Wight. ‘Strange…’ she mused. ‘Should make for an interesting visit.’ She moved over to the fire, where the red glow was emitting a little warmth, and heated her after her long journey from the woods of Fangorn, and the other mysterious places of Middle-Earth.

She eagerly anticipated the arrival of other travellers, to share the stories of long ago, tell the tales of the other regions in the world, learn the lore of the distant parts, where few people had been.

She noticed another traveller in the corner of the Inn, deeply absorbed in browsing the book, some of the old tales. In the meantime, she remained in the corner, taking in her surroundings, until some fellow travellers arrived, and the storytelling could truly begin.