The sun was late. It seemed to be like that over here. Lexiann looked up to the dark sky, still the stars could be seen. She had been here for a month now. She tired to find ways to keep the mind in place, like knowing whay day it is. She was not ready to give up jet. She had blamed her self seens the day she was caught.
The day was sunny and warm as she left Bree. She was excited and felt more then ready. In her bag she had a small piece of paper with a description on how to get to Rohan. And on the other side it was a name. The ride had taken her four weeks. It was an easy ride for her seens she was a good rider and she did not had to much bag with her. As she arrived she placed her horse in to a stable nearby the inn she had been told to stayed in. She pushed up the door slowly, it was dark and the air was thick from all the smoking in there. She grimace alittle seens she did not like the smoky air but she make her way to the counter. The man on the other side of the counter look tired and old. His skinn was grey and under his eye he was abit black. He had a apron on him, but it looked like it was way to small from him.
“Hello lass, what can I do for you?” He says with a hoarse voice as he wipe his hand with a dirty towel.
“ I need a room for some nights, do you have any that is free?” she says abit low as she look around her at everyone in the inn.
“Well pretty lass. Everything has a price..” he smiles at her with a ugly grin.
She lose a small bag from her belt and place it on to the counter slowly. The man opens it alittle and she can see eye´s wides up alittle before he takes it and turn to grab a key.
“What name can I write the room on?” he says as he take the book out.
“Lyn Winterhill” She lied but she seem to fool him pretty easy seens he gave her the key.
“Here you go number 8. I wish you a pleasant stay.” he smiles as he give her the key.
She grabs it quick and head to the rooms. Soon she find number 8 and head fast inside and lock the door after her. The hours was going slow, she sitting by one of the windows in her room. She look down at all the people walking on the road. Some are soldiers and have swords and armour on. And some are people that try to live a normal life as good as they can in this chaos. This is why she is here, for the innocent people in the war zoon. If there is something she can do for them she will do it. That´s why she had got this note. She had meet a man in Bree after a long talk he had gave her the note and told her to go here and this man, Bill, will give her job to help. Some days passes on and no one is coming to her room. She spent most of the time in her room seens she does not want to draw some attation to her seens she clearly does not look like a Rohan woman. One dark evening as she again sitting by the window with a small piece of bread in her hand someone is knocking on the door. Slowly she walk to the door.
“Who is it?” she asks.
“I am Bill, I guess you are waiting for me?” he says abit low.
She open the door. There is a tall, thin man with a letter in his hand with the same sign her had on her note. It was the right man and she let him in.
“Thanks for coming here. I am glad if I can be good for anything that can help the innocent.” She says with a smile at him.
“I am glad that you are willing to help” he force a smiles at her. She could see he was really tired.
“I need you to take a longer ride if you dont mind?” he looks at her as he takes out a paper out from his pocket.
“No no. Not at all I love to ride and I can be fast if I need to.” She nods as she says so.
“Good good. I need you to go to Galtrev.” He points on to a map that he placed on to the table. “ I need to know what is happening over there”.
She looks at the map as he speaks and she nod´s.
“But be carefull. You never know what they do to spies.” he look up on her with a seriuos face.
“Of course. No risk. Just go there and watch.” She look at him as he nod´s to what she says.
“Send me a mail about what is happening, alright?” he start to fold the map back together before give it to her. She nod´s and take the map then the man left her room just as fast as he came. There she stod now with a misson in her hands.
A month later she was still in Galtrev, not willingly. She is tied up to a pillar. As she looked down at her self she could see her shirt that once was white was now brow and red and there was big holes in it. Her back was hurting, her back was full of opend wounds that was not taken care off. The torture had just started a week ago before that they had tried to interrogate her without hurting her but as she still not said a word to them they started to use pain as an interrogate-method. She look at her guard and smiled. She was not giving up.
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