[Rochelle]

The fair haired ranger walked slowly towards the small fire she had started earlier. Her silver steed stood grazing silently as if guarding the flame. Hannon le Quellë. The stallion lifted his head before letting out a leisurely snort and returning to his affairs. She sat down and brought around the rabbit she had snared. She had been traveling half the day without rest, and now her hunger could be ignored no longer. She pulled the dagger from its sheath and skinned the rabbit. A stick as a skewer would have to suffice as she carried no cooking untensils.

Several hours passed and she had enjoyed her meal. She had managed to organize her thoughts and decided that she would head south from the River Ringlo to Dol Amaroth. She had no foresight, yet something was almost pulling her to head in that direction. Perhaps there she would find an answer.

After the fire had been put out, she remounted Quellë and the pair set out southwards. She rode elf-style, allowing her to keep her hand keenly around the hilt of her dagger, ready to throw it at anything that deemed worthy. Her quiver was full and her bow was aching to be used. Dark eyes glanced the horizon. She knew wild things made their home in these parts...she did not wish to encounter any of them tonight. Several times she had seen their shadows against the hills, but none had made their presence in her company as of yet. With a silent command they were off at a gallop towards the city on the sea.

Soon she hit what seemed to have been a path for another. The grass was flattened a pace apart. Even from the back of Quellë she knew that they were human, and that they had been made that very day. She did not slow her progress and in time a black speck could be seen on the horizon. She slowed the stallion, hand still on the hilt. She would approch warily.