Gwyn, the Green Lady of Rohan, shifted uneasily in the ranks of the Guard of Raffenshler. Her father had objected to her going, and she mused on his words now, which told her that if she did not take her rightful place among her people, she would come to no good end. Gwyn snorted. How could she help all people if not to labour against the forces of evil? That is why she had joined the Guard of Raffenshler.
Gwyn looked sideways at people she confessed to herself that she had never seen before. to her right was a man, presumably of Gondor with long white hair and startling grey eyes. To her left was an Elf maiden with uncharacteristic chestnut hair. Gwyn shrugged. She'd know them all too well soon enough.
She stared ahead at someone she did recognize: Calixto, who had been with the family before she was born, and was therefore considered an expert on the Raffenshlers. Gwyn sighed exasperatedly.
Could we just get going? she thought to heself, gazing around the gloomy castle courtyard with impatience.
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