Falco's blatant bantering about how it was just some ruffians or bandits drove Esgallhugwen to a hot level and great williness to retort. But she calmed herself chances and time will prove him wrong.
She stood up to leave, the sun had set and the first stars were beginning to appear; she stood outside the Inn door, watching people as they passed to go home or crossing her into the Inn to grab a last ale for the evening. Esgallhugwen walked into the stable to see that Morsereg was housed well for the night.
She sang softly to him, his ear twitched as he slept beautiful and dark, his mane shimmered like waves in the moonlight almost reflecting on Esgallhugwen's pale face. Perhaps rest would be best now, though I need little of it she thought attentive to the stillness of the night and the sleepiness that enfolded the town's folk.
Esgallhugwen took one last glance at the bright stars and headed towards her room to prepare for tomorrow. She walked up the stairs and turned left to her room, packing her rations, her extra medicines, blanket, linen bandages, water and a flask of Miruvor no doubt it will be greatly valued and needed.
With that done, she layed herself on the bed and tried to gain some rest.
[ November 07, 2003: Message edited by: Esgallhugwen ]
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