[Valeria, Witch of Angmar]

Valeria stares in shocked silence at Aireruthiel's abrupt departure. She longs to say something, but cannot find her voice. She had felt deeply the grief in the woman's story and had wanted to speak with her further, but now that was impossible as the door swung closed.
She half-hears Derakis's explaination: orcs, many of them, possibly still following him. As she tries gather her thoughts, a stranger appears at the table, asking her name and looking pointedly at her ring. She stiffens, hand clenching around her sword hilt. "I am called Valeria," she replies, perhaps a bit more shortly than she intends. "And I know not what you mean, sir, demanding my past when you don't know my present. If you'll forgive me, I think my tale was complete enough as it was."
The stranger smirks, gives a nod and returns to his seat in the coner. Valeria can feel his eyes still on her.