[Elora]

"Well met, Lady Avery... well met," Ronnan mused as he settled back once more. Street rat, eh? Well certainly she did not have the pinched and half-starved look of the many street rats he knew of, but then appearances could be misleading as he well knew. Certainly she had a ready enough smile for him and Ronnan decided he'd fish a little further. Information was the lifeblood of a good thief's profession.

"Is it your habit to grace such places as this often, Lady Avery? I confess that I am a newcomer to this part of the land. I would not have been so remiss in my acquaintance with Rohan had I known that it was enhanced by such fairness as I find here."

He smiled kindly at Avery to press his point and hopefully further soften his question. So intent was he on the young lady that he missed the movement through the door of a tall, blonde Elf woman. Delicate gold shimmered around her face as her hair swung with her movement and emerald eyes flashed as she took in the room. She scanned from just inside the door and quickly they came to rest upon a dark haired Elf that stood chatting sociably at the bar with an ale in his nimble fingered hands.

Her lips curved into a smile that if seen by Ronnan would be far from settling. She smoothed the green velvet of her skirts over her hips and remained as she was. Whilst Ronnan was engaged at the bar she was happy to wait. She had not trailed him across the leagues between Belfalas and Rohan to ruin it all in an overeager springing of her snare. Besides, she was loathe to create a spectacle. It was difficult for an Elf to travel unnoticed through mortal lands, particularly a woman travelling alone which was all but unheard of amongst her kindred. But Naiore was not in herself a usual Elven woman. As with many of her kindred descended from the House of Finarfin, usual was the last word applied in description of her. She calmly folded her hands at her waist and watched patiently, taking the room and those within it at her leisure. If Ronnan had sold his recently acquired belongings, it would be some time before it was safe for her to venture into an inn such as this. The inns she would be relegated to for a time when wanted for the henious crime of murder were never so pleasant in her experience as this one was. Ronnan unconcernedly conversed, clad in his ineffable charm and watched by a most formidible observer.