Alatariel sat and waited patiently for the hobbit. She thought about how strange he had been. There was something about him... but Alatariel did not know. She saw his past, what a horrible past, but so very similar to her's. She could not understand.
She got up form the table and ordered herself a drink. Then walking back to the table she spotted him. He was trying to sneak out of the Inn, quietly creeping along the wall. She left the wine at the bar, and watched him. He slipped out the door, and Alatariel quickly followed.
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'Poor ye. Ye're tied to someone who's been photographed trying to shave their hand... My condolences.'
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