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Wight
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: Well, it's a tipi-like thing... only bigger
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Upon returning to the inn Aelimur chose the table next to the one where Maen was. He watched the conversations going on between the many who had joined with Maen.
There were two rangers in the group, friends, or at least aquaintences Aelimur gathered. If he had not been a guard, he would have found it much easier to converse with them. But he had no need to speak with them now. Instead he focused his listening on only one of the two and Ferethor. When Atharen(for he had found that this was his name) turned to someone else, Aelimur stood. "Ferethor," Alimur said quietly, grabbing his companions shoulder, "It would be hard to decieve the ranger- and perilous to try. She doesn't believe you. I see it in her eyes." Ferethor answered, just as quietly, "I know. And this man - Atharen the ranger... Even though he hardly glances at me, he watches my every movement closely. Be wary in his presence, Aelimur. Yet in suspicion for me they exclude any thoughts of you - oft shall evil turn to it's undoing. We may suceed yet." "Yes," Aelimur nodded, "Have no fear, we will." "For Gondor!" replied Ferethor determidly, before he turned and was lost to the crowd. Aelimur stood there for half a moment, before returning to his seat. He looked over to Maen, asking her, "Exuse me kindly, dear Maen, but shall we be leaving soon? Although in this waiting we can see each other's behaviors, my feet do ich to be traveling."
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