A grey horse, bearing a rider wrapped in a cloak, walked slowly to the stable. The rider dismounted, weariness evident in her movements, and led the horse inside. She pushed back the hood of her cloak, revealing golden hair and green eyes, and also that she was of elven blood. "Yes, Muinanar, now we can rest," she whispered as she stroked the horse's nose. She pulled up her hood again and went to the inn.
As she entered, she scanned the room as though looking for someone. She noticed the man sitting alone in the corner, and headed in his direction.
"You are Amryn?" she asked, as she reached the table, pulling back her hood again.
"I am, but I do not think I know you," the man replied.
"I am Úrúvanén, cousin of Lalmion. He asked me to meet you, as he is unable to come."
"Sit," said Amryn, "and tell me why Lalmion cannot meet me."
Úrúvanén sank gratefully into the chair Amryn indicated. "He did not tell me why, but he gave me this, and told me to give it to you," she said, holding out a letter. Amryn took it and began to read.
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