The past comes back to haunt her…
Tacita had entered the Prancing Pony hoping for a nice evening, only for it to be muddied by intense, heated conversations between the people she had grown to be familiar with. Oh, for the frustrations Egfor and Ris seemed to have with each other. Ris was now sort of in a relationship with the man Godwinn, and Tacita felt a barrage of fondness and hope for the poor Lossoth girl.
Yet, the real peril came when a too familiar person entered the inn.. Danalath.
Danalath, the Gondorian soldier Aglarari had captured oh so long ago, interrogated, threatened… and begged for answers from. It was Danalath who had convinced her to run from her life in Mordor, and it was he who taught her what freedom was. Aglarari had let him go, with too much to think about.
Little under a year later, Aglarari had "died" in battle. From the ashes, Tacita Icewold was born.
Now, she met Danalath again. Her past struck back.
After she panicked inside, Danalath and Tacita left to speak outdoors. After a watchman questioned them, they managed to be alone. Or so they thought… They touched base. She was fleeing Mordor, he was fleeing memories and an affair. She apologized for how she had treated him, and he assured her it was all behind. This was a new start. After she offered to complete any favors he asked of her, she experienced a genuine handshake for the first time.
He reached a hand towards her to shake, "Here's to a new start, yes?"
Tacita smiled, reaching out and taking his hand. "A new start."
Danalath shook her hand with a smile, "Oh, and you can just call me Dan. Feels more... local I suppose."
Tacita shook his hand, an amused twinkle in her eye. "This nickname thing is still bizarre to me. First Ris, now you..."
Hopefully, both lost soldiers could leave everything behind in Bree. That was, if the Watchman had not become suspicious...
