She was dressed in simple robes made of cloth and her face was not hidden.
Knowing very well that would only draw attention to herself.
Bree was a town full of many common folk in which, she thought would indeed be easy to deceive.
Her smile was well trained and she could feign that of an innocent maiden.
Little did the fools know that doom was near.
Yet, for the time being she had sought one and one alone.
Her name was Elwae.
A young girl with the blood of Numenor in her veins.
The hunt for blood had begun.
