[Arien]

Wren and Turthol left the room thanking her for the Licorice, she continued to pack her things away and place them into the cupboard she had newly christened her cupboard. She opened the door and inside were piled the contents of her bag. Numerous herbs, copious amounts of herbal teas for different sicknesses and bags of powder and various bandages and bags. She placed her mortar and pestle into the cupboard and shut it firmly. She tied the pouch containing the Licorice on her belt, no doubt it would be needed than more than Turthol and Wren throughout their journey.

She now made her way to her room, sucking a bit of Licorice. It wasn’t so much that the sea made her sick, just she needed something sweet and she quite enjoyed the taste. She entered her small room. It was simple, a single bed, a desk, mirror and a window with a large sill. She liked this part of her room the best. She could easily open the window and sit on the sill and look out onto the sea. So this is what she did. She opened the window and delicately hoped on to the sill making herself comfortable against one of her pillows. She undone her hair and wrapped Bregand’s ribbon around her wrist. It blew in the soft breeze and the salty air brushed her face gently. The rising suns light gently touched her face and she smiled.

This is why she wanted to come, to feel the adventure to get away from her life. And then she remembered Crystal, her innocent daughter. She never meant to disrupt Carmalita’s life, it was not her fault and for the first time she had left Bree she really missed her! How she would have loved to been here, to meet the elves, the men, sail on a ship. Meet her knew friends, Rangar, Wren, Turthol, Rave, Calimir, Einen, Bregand……Bregand. She enjoyed his company the most, trusted him the most, loved him the most. Loved him the most? Her mind back tracked on to what she had just thought,

“love him, how could I love him?” she laughed out onto the sea. But then she was still, maybe she did.