Filrean

Filrean entered the tavern, her hood drawn up over her head casting its shadow over her features, even though she knew what she had to do, her emotions were still mixed.  She wished she did not have to do this alone, Adunzil would have come with her if she had asked but to what end?  He was not the one they wanted to see and it would only proven her worthlessness to them and the others if she required someone to hold her hand.  

Such a gathering! To see so many folk of the star together. I do not know how long it has been since we met in such a number. I should ask Oldgrove - he prides himself on history. Perhaps he will recall it.

A gathering by chance at the shore of the lake at Tinnudir, though Adunzil and I had hastened there at Filrean's call some days earlier. A hard fast ride for me. The pain that results from so many hours in the saddle, offset by the thrill and ease of movement that being a-horse always brings.

Filrean had set up camp for the night, amongst a few trees on an outcrop set above the campsite of the elves below at Eavespires.  Her fire was built and a small area set out for sleeping beside her sword, bow and quiver of arrows, she kept her hunting dagger at her side as always.  As she settled down into a comfortable seating position she watched a boat moving across the water, two passengers both in hooded cloaks, she was not going to sleep yet.

She set about collecting some wood for a small camp fire, having found an area to make it that would be sheilded from the edges of the mountaintop. Making ready a carcass of one of the Craban she had killed, she set it within the fire to cook. After a few moments she heard Amlarad's footsteps approaching, a huge feeling of emotion welled up inside her and she fought hard to contain it. Keeping her focus on the fire she barely looked up as he acknowledged her, instead she turned the meat by the fire so as not to let it burn.