[Esgallhugwen]

A pitch black horse rode up it's dark eyes shining and upon his back was a tall figure clad in a light cloak of dark green for it is summer and there is no need for heavy attire on such a fine evening. The rider slid off the saddle effortlessly giving her steed a rub on the head.

She took the reins and walked over to the stables having no need for the tying post her horse she knew would not bolt away for he is fearless in the face of evil. Shrouded in an air of mystery she walked almost on air towards the door of the Green Dragon pushing it open without the slightest hint of a creak in the hinges.

She looked around her, face shadowed by the long hood,her boots partially muddy from a hunt an hour before, she caught an open table in the corner of her eye. Turning she headed towards it; cloak lifting up slightly behind her she sat at the table.

Looking from beneath her hood she quietly observed the little people scurrying about serving people their meals and drinks. Some of the tenants at the tables stopped in mid-sentence to look upon her shadowed figure, there was a darkness in her that made many stare uneasily, a server stumbled spilling some of the brew from the jug while he stared.

Many thinking that at any minute she would pull out her elven bow and scewer every one of them. She only wished to have a drink and perhaps a bit of the local food and ask if a room was available to accomidate her at such a short notice.

She bowed her head, thinking deeply 'you are alone now... will you ever go back to your people after what "they" did, some remain in groups, others scattered but more have been slain than those that have survived' she pleaded with herself to forget those things, she will be alone she never was one to be surrouned by far too many people, and besides they are of strong blood. Sensing that she was safe here, although inside, she was with good company though she knew no one.

'Many of the people here are of good heart and not easily corruptible!' she thought smiling.