[Carrûn]

Awrygan nodded for his companion's benefit, although a dead corpse was not the highest on his mental list of priorities. Sighing, he walked over to the small form wrapped in the tattered cloak. He picked it up with little effort as the man seemed to weigh less in death than life, as if the freeing of his spirit had removed all physical restraints except for the skin.

Passing Rochelle he muttered "I have to do this too often." The memory of the guard on the hilltop was still fresh in his mind. He carried the corpse to a nearby table, cleared it, and set the man down. Taking a shade from one of the windows he wrapped the Innkeeper in some form of a funeral shroud as best he could. Tossing the man over his shoulder he picked up a container of pitch and some kindling from the now cold fireplace. He re-entered the tunnel and left the Inn.

It was quite some time when he returned. He found Rochelle where she had been, standing by a window idly drumming her fingertips. She turned as he took his seat by the bar. "He is blazing merrily in the woods, bless him. I had thought of using the fireplace but it would draw attention and the smell of burning flesh is rather unpleasant." He was talking in his half-serious, half-joking method.

He rose, and walked to the window where she stood. Drawing a corner of the blinds aside he glanced out. All was black in the streets of Dol Amroth. A dog could be heard in the distance but that was all. He turned to Rochelle and grinned. "I for one, am going to have a look around. Would you care to entertain me with your company?" A ranger, be they experienced or not is preferable at my back to a corsair. His face smiled but his eyes hid dark thoughts and a dark, troubled past. He had little love for the far South and less for its inhabitants.