Talia got no answer from the young woman, whose name turned out to be Laurie. It didn't really surprise or upset her, and so she saw an empty stall and put her horse inside it, keeping him fully tacked. Loading a bucket with water for him, she lugged it in the stall and set it down. Closing the door, Talia hoped she wouldn't need to lock it. Then she smiled to herself. 'Of course I don't. Sunrunner can take care of himself.'
Wiping her hands on her pants, she turned and walked back outside. Pushing the door of the Inn open, she found a table in a dark corner.
"Hobbit-stout, please!" she called, then opened her pack and took out a plain silver knife for polishing. Talia knew the weapon well, and it had saved her life on more than one occaison. When she was through with the knife, she took out a roll of parchment, quill and ink from her bag and began to write, humming softly to herself.
-Talia Forthbound-
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