(OOC: Pardon my days long absence. Real life and long weekend and no computer access, etc. I'll re-cap from where I left off to get current with it being morning.)
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Silvanis checked mentally his satchels on Blackveil, and they all were in order. If this woman was a thief, she would have troubles with Blackveil and her spirit. The stabehand entered and confronted the woman, and Silvanis remained quiet thoiugh he did wish to thank him again for the tending of Blackveil. Leading her from the stables and letting her run free with a whisper, he knew she would return in the morn. He looked back at the woman, and listened to her converse with Derufin and said nothing, eyeing her and again thoughts ran south for again it seemed in the dim lamplight of the stables a familiar face. Silvanis stepped out of the stables and sucked on his unlit pipe and stood by the wall looking about the night and listening.
The skies were clearing and the uncommon northern blast of foul weather seemed to be running back north, leaving a breath of midsummer warmth that chased it off. It wil be a good day in the morn, and a day to ride to the Brandywine and across the barrowlands as he works his way south.
He stood unmoving as he watched the woman and Derufin returned to the Inn, and Silvanis thought also to return to rest for the night, though his thoughts kept remembering the eyed of the veiled woman, and now the face of this woman from the stable, and he wondered about why they seemed familiar. Was it because he missed being in the southlands? Maybe, but it was hard to tell.
As Silvanis returned to the bustling common room of the Inn and he stood aside by the doorpost, his dark leathers blending him with the wood beams. He looked about the place, and saw again the woman of the southlands, who was talking with a hobbit-lass at a nearby table. It seemed a sadness came over her, and Silvanis saw also his chair at the table across the room by the fire was yet unoccupied. His finger toyed with the roomkey he was given and also a small stone. It was only the size of a dewdrop and its deep red color seemed almost blavck in the cdim light of the common room, but in the bright sun it glowed deep red, and would leave a dot of red upon the surface behund it if held at the proper distance. How he came about it was a mystery that remains to be told, but it was at the Oasis Inn in the deep desert of Harad when he found it on him. He eyed again the woman talking with the Hobbit and it seemed for a moment a far off connection, but he wasn't sure. Silvanis hesitated for a moment before he took a step.
He thought instead he would sit and watch the common room before retiring to his room, and he started toward his old table where Derufin sat with the woman from the stable. Silvanis passed by the table where the veiled woman and hobbit talked, and with a simple twitch of his finger, the redstone landed gently unnoticed upon her lap.
Coming to the table where Derufin and Vanya sat, Silvanis said to him,
'Have you any of the Southern Star for sale? I could use a poke by the morn if you can find me some.'
His eye caught the eye of Vanwe who sat there, and Silvanis nodded to her silently while he awaited Derufin's reply, and as he sat he watched the woman with the Hobbitin case she noticed the stone upon her lap.
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