[brim]

Brim skuffed her toes on the door of the inn. Ouch I didn't see that one coming she thought herself shaking her golden elven locks. "Of corse I did't see it though I'm blind" she reminded herself. she could hear the busy inn inside. she was on her own now while Hender saddled the horses. The only thing that really comfrorted her ,as she walked carefully to her seat, was the lump of throwing knives in her boot. all she would have to do is wait for footsteps from an enemy and he/or she would be dead in their tracks.

Sitting down in the quietest corner she could find she waited. her elven features were unmissable. Brim had grown up in what once was mirkwood. It had never really felt like home, especially with all her traveling with Hender.