Lomizimril of Dol Amroth sat in her room in the Warhorse inn, resting her bruises against a pillow. A large tome entitled Legendary Blades of the Elder Days sat atop the bedspread beside her, and candlelight cast dancing shadows over its pages. She continued taking notes with a slender stick of charcoal, but despite her focus, she was not entirely oblivious to her surroundings. She had a set of fine clothes folded nearby, wanting to look presentable in the presence of the mysterious, important guest who she had heard was coming...
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