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Old 10-14-2003, 05:23 AM   #97
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Dúlrain

By the time Dúlrain had located Dir in the stables and re-tacked him the sun had peaked the horizon, the roads where already starting to get busy, bakers; delivering fresh bread, Traders opening their stores and travellers making ready to continue their journeys.

He rode through the streets casually, looking for anything or anyone suspicious, but still he saw nothing. During his second sweep he passed the baker again, this time his stomach growled hungrily, he grabbed one of the warm crusty rolled and toss the baker a small copper coin. Taking a large bite his eye caught sight of something unusual.

A Mysterious veiled woman was riding down the road he was on, he was not the only one looking her way, the soft veil and the tattooed hands marked her a Foreigner in bree 'a woman of the south?' he mused. The breelanders although they stared made a point of moving out of her path. She was accompanied by a tall stranger whose face he could not see under his hooded cloak and a respectable looking, middle aged hobbit woman.

As they passed Dúlrain smiled warmly and gave a courteous nod to the two woman, a silent good morning he had perfected in his youth, he almost gasped as he saw the scarred face of the male rider as he past. As he watched them ride on he noticed the hobbit woman affording a quick backwards glance. Something in her dark brown eyes told him that all was not as it seemed.

His thoughts suddenly reeled, what if the veiled woman was the one they sought and the Hobbit woman was her prisoner, a means to enter the shire maybe? they were nearly out of sight, he had to decide quickly what to do, looking back to the inn he decided that by the time he went back the veiled woman and her companions would be gone, so dropping the roll and taking up his reigns he discreetly followed the three riders.
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