The bed wasn't as lumpy as she'd claimed it would be. 

It was simply more fun to be outlandish and dramatic about these fond little provincial matters, especially to unsuspecting outsiders.

Like Baylen.

Just as Addiela emerged into the square chasing Annedyl and Ordan, Neth and Ryn burst into town to find the courtyard deserted save for a massive bonfire, the source of the smoke that had attracted them....they watched Ane sprint across the courtyard from the clinic to the Rusty Barge, followed by old Ordan and then by Addie who stopped and stared at the new arrivals. “No time to explain…” she shouted. “Ane is getting away!!!”

Egfor sat on the fountain outside the Pony, his arm around Elsa, comforting the girl. He seemed to be doing this a lot lately.

The horse Celegnaith had carried Pelliriel out of the Eryn Lasgalen at the outset of her message-bearing journey, then Southward through the Gap of Rohan, and all the way back up to Rivendell. But still he continued on, seemingly tireless, needing only to rest for an occasional snack (generally apples, of varying quality).