The White Horse Inn, Act III

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Drying her tears over a pint, Saeryn's cheeks remained faded. Would every place she thought to call home become a place of horror? She could not remain at the Inn for now, whither she returned or no.

"Eodwine, friend, I am willing to be companion to Gudryn, if she and you will have me. I seem to have business that must be swiftly dealt with. Would you have me join you?"

Dégas made to lay his hand over his sister's, drawing back at the last. She glanced at his still red eyes. "Dégas, I must go, and please... you mustn't try to stop me. I realize now that I cannot forever run from my home. No place again shall home be called if I fear reprisal for my prior actions. Will you," and here Saeryn spread her arms wide, "Or all or any of you, join me to the Folde? I go there from Meduseld." Turning to Bethberry, Saeryn spoke again. "Mistress, if I might but reserve the room you have given me? I plan to ride light, and with me are extra belongings that my mare need not bear."