Valeria looks to the door as a new maiden enters. She watches as the young woman from earlier approaches her and she is certain she hears snatches of elven tongue. Before she can dwell too heavily on them, however, her attention falls on a man who entered scant minutes after the elf maiden.
He orders water and bread, and, when he removes his hood, she sees he has the face of one who has traveled long. Her eyes move to the silver sword at his waist. It is a fine blade, hinting that the man is more than he might appear. She takes a step towards him, ready to ask his name, when a scream tears everything apart. Her reflexes take over and the first inches of her sword are clear of its sheath before she is even aware of it. Collecting herself, she sheathes the weapon for now and tries to catch news of the uproar. The word "warg" is all she can make out, but her hand returns the the hilt of her blade.
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Ónen i-Estel edain, ś-chebin estel anim.
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