<center><font color="red">A pitch black figure on a horse of night rides up to the glade, and looks at the notice on the door
"I take it that the party has not yet begun."
Morauko sits on the ground next to some of the hobbits, who shuffle away from the menacing figure.
"Do not fear, my friends. For such a great event as this is a truce between all lands and races"
With that, she starts talking to some of the elves.
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- The Nazgūl they were; the Ringwraiths, the Enemy's most terribly servants; darkness went with them and they cried with the voices of death -
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