The Huntsman and the Stag

It had been quite the night at the Huntsman and the Stag. Nimraph and Eira had confessed their feelings to each other, only after a cruel joke from Lycaon forced her bitterly silent anger. Lycaon had announced that a drinking game was to be held. On top of this, Eira became reacquainted with another like herself and Nimraph, Goldgel of Harad.

As the three had gathered around the table for the drinking game, a familiar dark presence walked into the inn. Kallan, the bandaged travel, had entered the Huntsman and the Stag. Then...

Then it all happened so fast.

"I would much rather be with you…" he said, holding his breath. He stood behind her, near the entrance of the kitchen. Laboring over the soup pot, Eira froze. She stopped mid stir, completely frozen in the moment. So many questions, doubts, memories, and more lightning struck at her memory in a barrage. She finally straightened up, leaving the heat of the fireplace. She still looked at the pot. A small flint of joy sparked inside, yet…

Wrapping a cloth around his face, Kalabnalu grimly thought to himself, "I need to make sure that in case any of those pesky Dunedain are inside, they don't recognize my Numenorean blood."

Kalabnalu trekked close by the Greenway. He always kept the road in sight but never walked it. Passing the farming areas, a horse farm, and entering the Wildwood. Trekking the Wildwood, he hoped that perhaps an abandoned cabin, or maybe a small farm, could be found to settle in. Yet, soon enough, traversing the lakeside, he saw hints of civilization.

She worked in the kitchen, preparing blueberry muffins. She had ordered a lot of blueberries recently and had already brewed blueberry ale. As she worked, the teasing questions of her boss, and friend, echoed in her mind.

"Do I sense something more than friendship?"

Due to her Nurnhoth blood, Eira's skin was naturally a deathly pale. Yet, her cheeks noticably had color as she allowed the muffins to cool.

Eira had been shocked when Demlemoth told her of a shocking intel: her father, Aglarzor, had a son.

The broom kicked up dust as the hapless girl swept the stairs leading to the second floor of the Huntsman and Stag. Hair in her face, she continued to work as her grim thoughts tormented her.

"Aglarari, you will save us all."

Working full time at Egfor's inn, The Huntsman And the Stag, Eira finds that she enjoys the work. So far, the days have been slow. She would mostly clean and take care of the animals outside; though she also cooked for the few travelers whom entered. In one of the rooms, an injured man was kept and treated by visiting doctors. She supplied the gentle foods needed for him and looked after the doctors when Egfor and Demlemoth were not.