[center][h2][b][color=f7976a]Vamyr Turambar[/color][/b][/h2][/center]
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Vamyr listened, but he didn’t look at the elf. The music was well played, and foreshadowed what lay ahead of them, if the fall of Osgiliath was any indication. He clenched his jaw and turned away, only pausing to receive a mug of warm mead before quietly heading to the stairs. He needed to see what this business was about so that he would have enough time to take care of his horse, and set up camp. It would be a pity to do it in the dark.

The girl had already indicated where they were headed, so he slipped past both her and the elvish woman that blocked the stairs. With the scent of war on the winds, he didn’t have time for merry making. If this was a wizard, then it was best to see what business was to be had. If this was just some foolery. Then it was best that he go back to his people- and prepare for the worst.