#ofthedunedain

I am going to kill them all.

"Your hair is a mess, Estel," the young elf muttered as he placed another pin in the dirty dark hairs, so that he had to unravel it only part by part. Though he sounded irritated, his hands had a gentleness that betrayed his harsh tone. "Do Rangers not know how to take a bath?"

"Who's out there?" Loki called out into the dark "Come out." 

ofthedunedain [closed starter] Strangers, all of them. Some seemed more out of place than herself, some even smelled foul, as if they had dragged all the filth of the gutters inside with them. She sat, quietly, listening to the different accents and the sound of heavy boots entering the tavern. She had a reputation here, one would not call it being welcomed. But a certain degree of respect had become her, this woman with long streaks of silver in her once chestnut colored hair. Still every day she heard new rumors about who she was and what she could do. Aneleth smiled recalling some of the more far fetched ones of her flesh hiding the body of a dragon. Yet the most illusive one of all was simple, her age. Luckily twas not common for men to ask such details and she could still distract many with whimsey and a smile. The tavern was dark, only lit by candles and a few lamps that hung at the far sides of the main room. There were smaller side niches, that could be used for more intimate discussions, negotiatings and sometimes for other intimacies that required some privacy. Wearily she shook her head. As she drank her bitter wine, she noticed a hooded figure sitting near the entrance, you could just see the rain pooring down on the window behind him. Such was the end of summer, dismall and cold. The who hid his face in the shadows of his hood, that did not forbode well she thought, as she spotted three young local lads walk towards the exit where the hooded stranger sat.

"Good evening, my lord. It's unusually quiet out tonight."

"Man flesh...!"

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ofthedunedain