Rave stood stirring the stew while the blacksmith and the nurse helped add ingrediants. Suddenly Bregand came up from behind.
"It's a good night for starting a journey." he said. "This day used to be a feast day in Arnor before the days of darkness, a time for celebrating friendships."
Rave laughed under her breath, but admired his will to make friends within the group...whether he was yet trusting Wren or not. He walked away shortly after talking with the blacksmith. Rave looked up to see the nurse still adding things into the stew.
"Carmalita," She said quietly to the nurse. "You had a daughter, right?"
Carmalita nodded hesitantly as if confused at the question. "How did you know I had a daughter?"
Rave sighed. "I know much about everyone in our company..." she answered. "not only you. I do not speak much, but I do notice things. I've been trying to understand the motives of these people behind their words and actions. Their true identity if you will. For instance, Ranger over there. He is one of the hardest to understand. What do you know about him?"
As she continued mixing the stew, she waited for a reply.
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