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Dunnarwen kicked at Gilloth's sides to make the mare go faster. The thunder of hooves echoed on the path leading to the Last Bridge, and behind her...well, were two very angry and very mangy bears. In a rare instance of flight, Dunnarwen had run out of arrows to take down the remaining two bears that were a part of a group of bears who brought it upon themselves to mob Dunnarwen as she sat by her little fire just beyond the Bruinen Gorges. 

Dunnarwen had always been very sure of herself. This time around, however, she had to admit, she was a little doubtful. As her horse plodded through the desert-like terrain of the Barandalf, she thought long and hard about her purpose. Did she even have a legitimate purpose? She wondered about that one particular question the most. She needed to get a grip. At this rate, she would get caught unawares and then she'll be in trouble for sure.

Early was the morning when she saddled her trusty steed Melody. She hewed herself up, being 4 months pregnant is no advantage, the weather was to fine to pass. She kissed her husband as he too was going out. "Be safe",  he said to her as they parted, towards separate ways.