Her grey eyes glanced at the poster, yellowed with age, familiar, Never yet, had she seen one in Bree, though she seldom ventured the cobbled streets, save only to trade the odd bow she had fashioned, when needs must.
Her heart skipped a beat, her ire briefly raised, how dare they brand this man a murderer! Ren's eyes darkened as they homed in on the word "lies" daubed in red across the parchment.
Yes, it was lies...and there was nobody, anywhere that knew that better than she.
"Manke naa lle Grey Warden?"
"Mani naa essa en lle?"
