[center][h1][color=bc8dbf]Angfort[/color] ~ [i][color=bc8dbf]Ellaryn Bracegirdle[/color][/i][/h1][/center]
Ellaryn was caught up in Ofnir's words, when the room fell into gloom and torment as he talked about [i]him[/i] she could have broke the stool as she gripped so hard. Luckily her strength was not that of a dwarfs. Why would anyone want to risk all that death and mayhem.

She shook her head as the spell ended, it felt a little like she was coming out of a drream and she caught the end of his tale.

[color=0072bc]” Not to waste any more time, we are to go there and put his efforts to an end. That is all you need to know to decide what you want to do.”[/color]

Easy enough, goto big fort and ask sorcerer to stop his shenaningans. No problem.

She went red in the face with the prospect of sharing a room with man (it didn't seem to worry her that they were not hobbits) until Calariel spoke up. her wistful look about the room seemingly at everyone and noone at the same time, it only made Ellaryn believe she was royalty all the more. She got up of the stool and curtsied to the wizard Ofnir.

"[color=bc8dbf]I will be pleased to join you and aid you. Thank you for the rooms.[/color]"

She curtsied again and slowly appoarched the only other female. Her face grew even hotter and her resolve almost faltered but she finally stood at Calariel's knees and gave the biggest slowest curtsey she could.

"[color=bc8dbf]I would be honoured that you would be willing to share a room with me your highness. As there is only the one bed, please allow me to take up a small portion of the floor. It has been so long since I have slept inside, that I will not miss a bed and being indoors for the night will be comfort enough.[/color]"

If Ellaryn was red enough fromt a stranger offering Ellaryn into a place of comfort (and a royal personage at that) she becoame more so as she tried to act as she tried to imitate royalty. Her face burned. She did another slow curtsey. She wished she could sleep in the stables.
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