Estarfin

After Parnard assured Danel that he would only listen to the conversation, and not say a word, to his surprise Ruineth turned to him, and speaking quickly and quietly, said that she wished to speak with him, alone. Then she led him away to a quiet corner beside a beech tree, and told him:

So it seems I am Mistress of Numenstaya.

Not through any doing or grace of my own did this come about. I was simply in the right place at the right time.

Upon entering the Hall of Fire, we headed to Estarfin, who was standing conveniently near Sogadan. There were several folk in the place, but it was not yet late enough in the day to be crowded, if indeed it would be. 

Continued from Leaving Thargelion Pt III

It had been a long day at the forge, and Estarfin savoured the warm water on his skin. He washed away the soot and sweat from his face, arms and chest. The silver basin of water swiftly grew darker with the dirt of the forge, and Estarfin dried himself with a clean swathe of cloth. He flexed his hands to ease the familiar ache and moved his head from side to side, stretching his neck.

“I did not take him from you,” Ruineth folded her arms across her chest.

I tried to sound as gentle as possible, aware my words, if not carefully chosen, could cause harm.

Both Estarfin and Parnard had departed the house by the time I rose from slumber. It was still early though, so I had plenty of time to bathe and dress, and make my way down to the Last Homely House for a few words with one of the librarians, before setting off to the forges to speak with Ruineth.