The young woman had watched many others enter before her. She thought it interesting what lengths people went to, to smuggle in their weapons. Then again, with orc guards she didn't blame them or herself for wanting at least minimal protection. You could look at it this way; the orcs had all the weapons and the citizens and guests none. She just hoped the orcs didn't start a rebellion.
Silmarien then moved to enter, (fashionably late) and easily managed to set off the metal detectors with the mithril circlet that graced her forehead. “Its jewellery” she said as the guard tried to confiscate it. “And it’s a family heirloom so there’s no way you’re taking it off my head. But here’s my sword if you must take weapons.” The guard looked her up and down then consulted his list of pictures and names. “Alright missy, through you go”.
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Though here at journeys end I lie in dakness buried deep, beyond all towers strong and high beyond all mountains steep, above all shadows rides the Sun and Stars forever dwell:I will not say the Day is done nor bid the Stars farewell!
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