The White Horse Inn, Act II

[Amanaduial the archer]

Hisime came out of the Inn and looked around a little uncertainly for this man Talan who Aylwen had said he should speak to. Faces were something the soldier was especially good at remembering, not always a good thing with his line of work as he had found out before, but he called up the image he had of the man in his mind and found him in the yard outside the Inn, not far from the charred remains of the stables. As the soldier waited slightly unsure, the man looked staright past him into the Inn and a faraway look came into his eyes as he smiled slightly before turning his attention back to the scrolls unrolled in front of him.

Hisime snuck a look in through the window and saw the lady Aylwen was in Talan's line of vision. As the Gondorian watched, he saw the woman glance up and look out of the window briefly before she politely replied to something the elven woman had said, before disappearing from view of the window. Hisime smiled very slightly. That was certainly interesting - and very fine for Talan if it should work out. Still, it was no use musing on such things like an old busibody - Hisime straightened himself up slightly more and approached the man, giving a small cough so as not to come from nowhere. The man looked up and Hisime nodded politely, smiling slightly and shaking a lock of hair from his face behind his ear before he spoke.

"Would you be Talan, in charge of the stable rebuilding?"