Priya

Priya threw her hands in the air in frustration. ”What do you want me to say?!” she yelled at Seia. The man glowered at her in return and turned his back at her, stepping inside the walk-in cupboard where he had stowed his belongings.”Anything! Just don’t lie!” he yelled back at her, glancing at her coldly over his shoulder. Priya followed swiftly in his trail, frowning at his accusation, her voice breaking ”I..I don’t think I have lied.

Three moons ago Priya had found refuge at the Prancing Pony Inn. The night was setting in and she was on her way to her room when she encountered a strange foreign man, leaning against one of the many doorframes. His dark skin engaged her attention and she eventually found herself asking him ”Why are you brown?”. The man explained he had travelled from South (which was later on specified as Far Harad).

Priya and Seia stood on a small rocky strand, surrounded by a vast river and steep cliffs. All the others that had lingered there, were long gone, as the darkness had started to fall. Just as they were about to take their leave as well, the single narrow path out was blocked by two wide glooming shadows, who spoke strange language.