[center][h1][color=bc8dbf]Angfort[/color] ~ [i][color=bc8dbf]Ellaryn Bracegirdle[/color][/i][/h1][/center]

Ellarym looked about the common of the inn, her voice fading out when she reached the quiet room. Even though it was the middle of night and (she shuddered) the people in village slept like the dead, her thoughts became fixed on the prior evenings events. The happiness she had felt with her companions and the village folk bought tears to her eyes as the memory of their kindness and the following fight upstairs.

Calariel shot past her moving swiftly to the front door. Ellaryn's head slowly turned to follow her movements, but too slowly, it was like she folowing her shadow behind her, and even that escaped her gaze as the door was flung open in her haste. Her gaze fell on the bar and spied something glinting as the moonlight shone inside.

Ellaryn (too herself at least) moved slowly, her small size meant she did not even clear the top of the bar. At that point Thurin stomped downstairs, his huffing and booted footfalls could not be mistaken for any other man, elf or hobbit in the village. Her dazed thoughts were lost into a deepening spiral of darkness she hadn't felt for a lifetime. As her thoughts turned to a past memory she tried to rid herself off for years following, she focused her eyes on the glinting object infront of herslef.

The delicate glass dome had cracked sometime during the night, gently removing the glass she uncovered the removing cake she and her companions had shared. Not everyone had taken a piece. She carefully cut a slice, as neatly as possible, placing on a plate and putting on the bar counter.

"[color=bc8dbf]For you innkeeper, may you enjoy it in your next life.[/color]"

She cut a second slice, putting on a seperate plate beside the first.

"[color=bc8dbf]For Nora, so you you can be together.[/color]"

Then she hesitated, and decided to sut a third and final slice.

"[color=bc8dbf]Because good cake should be wasted, for the stranger to share, because three makes for company.[/color]"

She wiped her eyes, the smoke from upstairs was getting thicker and from somewhere outside a bell began to toll a hurried tone. It snapped her into action and she left the inn. Thurin was outside leading two of the mounts away, he seemed to be going in the direction of the ringing bell. At least, thought Ellaryn, he had the right idea. This village was going to be getting dangerous and her thoughts were on the fact that all of them could be getting the blame for the burning inn and its occupants.

Ellaryn spend into the stables, she quickly got her own pony ready and then thought it prudent to take Calariel's own mount with her. She had to close her eyes and remember which was hers but she soon found it and prepared it travel as well. It? she thought, she looked at the horse but couldn't tell if it was male or female.

"[color=bc8dbf]Let's go and Sandy, girl, be on your best behaviour.[/color]"

Her pony shook its head and gently butted her shoulder. As Ellaryn led the pair outside the moonlight clearly showed her own pony was male.