Obediently, Yanithë headed East, searching for she knew not what. Upon reaching the East Gate, the girl dismounted. There was a figure leaning on the wall of the Gate in a slouch. Yanithë approached.
"Excuse me, could you tell me where I am? I seem to have lost my way." She smiled very innocently.
"Well hullo!" cried the gatesman. He appeared to be drunk. "I an't seen such a beauty in such a time! Come 'ere and gives mes a kiss!" He disgusted her so much that she felt ready to hit her, but she withstood this feeling and remembered how the Drink affects men.
"Why, sir, I know not your name. Could you give it?"
"Yessss, me lovessss. I's thes King Aragornsss." With this, he giggled and burped.
"Why, you are so delightfully funny!" Luckily in the darkness he could not see the look of pure revolsion on her face. An idea came to her. She rubbed her hands in anticipation.
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