Nenaura looked around the home that Es had chosen. It was well appointed, much more suited than the inn room she'd had when they first arrived. There was a bath, which she'd already taken advantage of, thank the Valar.
The bed was large, the linens soft and fine and the cover luxurious. A welcome change from the rigors and dirt of travel.
Bree itself was...quaint. Far, far different from the bustle of Dol Amroth itself, or even the country house she'd inhabited before that. The people, the streets. Even the paths between places seemed homier. She hadn't yet decided if she liked that, or hated it. It was certainly not refined, but then...
She was not refined herself. She could act refined, surely. Her thoughts turned to the tall man who was... What was he? Her escort, she'd called him in the pub. And back home, that was the acceptable habit even if it wasn't followed here. A man to accompany a lady, to keep her safe and provided for. Her employer. Her...
She shook her head. The man was very intelligent, sharp even, especially after he'd mostly given up the drink. Too much, she thought. Dangerous, prying away at her shell like he wanted to expose her roots to the light.
Another shake of her head. Nonsense. He liked her, and she him..at least they'd both said so. And if he killed her in her sleep, well..that was always a possibility anyway, whether she was here with him or living her life elsewhere. This was at least interesting. And comfortable..mostly.
The others from the bar were entertaining as well, and seemed at least intelligent. Willing to indulge in banter, and games. She didn't know them well, but Nero had helped her find some suitable clothing as well. Lemrad was funny and light, and Korvynn was what one expected a large armored man to be. A bit brooding, a bit of a drinker. A party-moth, she'd have called him back home. All of them up for some lightness. More remained to be seen.
So far, so good.
