[Elentarimir]

Megilian rode silently up to the Green Dragon Inn. She had been hunting ceaselessly for three days now, and the trail she had been following led here. She dismounted her sleek white horse and walk into the stable, the horse following loyally behind her. "Come now," she whispered to the horse, as she opened the stable. The horse obediently trudged in, and Megilian shut the door. With one last look after her horse, Megilian entered the inn.

It was noisy, and crowded; not at all Megilian's type of thing. She drew her hood up higher over her head, covering her long, brown hair and her piercing blue eyes. She strode confidently across the room to the innkeeper, and asked after a room. There was a quiet discussion, and a few silver pennies changed hands, before Megilian walked up to the bar, key to her room in hand. At the bar, Megilian ordered a small wine. Since she was looking for someone, it would not do to be drunk. After receiving her drink, she sat down in a corner of the room, at a table by herself. Her eyes glittered from under her cloak, as she surveyed the room, looking for the young boy she was searching for.