*Opens the book onto the long wooden table, looking up with each opening of the door, shifting uneasily with every sight of someone in black. Taking some ink to page, she starts to write*
*taking a deep breath, then wincing, she continues*
*Absentmindedly she touches her neck, feeling the ridge of a fine chain beneath her shirt*
*Frowns then thinks, a tiny smile creeping on her lips*
*Shifting on the bench, she winces once more, tugging a little on the bandage beneath her shirt*
*Laying her quill down she reaches for her cup of tea, looking about the inn for a moment, smiling as she watches a group of hobbits converse, then continues*
*tapping the feathered end of the quill to her lips a moment, she carries on*
* Drinking a little more tea, and sighing slightly at the feel of the hot liquid easing her pain a little, she watches the room, spying a familiar face by the fire, hurrying to finish her entry*
* Looking up from the table, she smiles uneasily at the figure that joined her. Asking for a moment, she adds one more line, before eventually blowing lightly on the ink and closing the book.*
