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Standing in the darkened northwest corner of the taverns common room Jenn looked, as ever, out of place. These barrels, this little niche, had ever been the the favoured place of the more shady clientele of this establishent, usually being inhabited by heavily armed men in hooded cloaks doing their level best to look mysterious and intimidating.
Lord Aradill was as good as his word. He spoke to her father, after a tough discussion managing to convince him it would be in Lieve's and her father's own best interests that she go to Thorin's Hall with Lord Aradill. They would go there on business, to see if the dwarves would be willing to trade their ale to Bree with Todd Averay as their middleman. Lieve was so excited. They set out early in the day, together with a guard named Dracomir.
She met Lord Rionir Aradill of the Defenders of the Free Peoples while playing her harp at the Pony. He strode up to her confidently, listening to her play. She became rather selfconscious, missing notes or playing wrong ones. He smiled magnanimously at her.