Eglanien

The screams and shouts of a room overfilled with children kept her awake and grumpy. Since arriving to Minas Tirith, Céolswith had not found sleep. Her pockets of coin were also low, since being a foreigner did not help with finding work. All in all, her first few days in Stoningland were tiresome and full of rejection. Her patience was waning due to the noise and she was tired of eating old bread. She closed her eyes, curled up in a corner. Thoughts of the months prior came back to her, forcing her to reconsider her decision to run from home again.