[Esgallhugwen]

Esgallhugwen was deep in thought when she noticed the man next to her tensed up only to to fall back into the chair more relaxed running his fingers through his deep brown hair. Her hair was dry and her appearance now was a little less enchanting as before when she was dripping with cold dew.

She smiled at the man turning her back to the fire. Esgallhugwen did not converse with men, not because she felt they were boorish, but because she had never really talked to a mortal man before.

Well I suppose now would be the time to try if chance has it that you will leave with Falowik and the rest of the search party. Her thoughts sank deep; rembering she promised to go with Uien and Falowik to search for Eodwine, and that she would fight if need allowed it.

Her fingers edged the engraved pommel of Nárkir, the sword hung in it's scabbard at her side. She looked up at him again, your behaving like a childshe thought. 'Greetings, I am Esgallhugwen, what brings you to the Shire? I myself am just a wanderer'. She faintly again at the man, never had she felt so awkward in her life, having always kept to herself and always remaining quiet.

Esgallhugwen never bothered with communicating with anyone but Morsereg, but with the task ahead of her she would certainly need to communicate more, so they wouldn't think her to be concieted or worse.

The rays of the sun shone brighter through the windows of the Inn, Esgallhugwen could hear the faint singing of birds outside amongst all the bustle of the Inn.