[[Eliad]]

            Eliad had walked to his camp once again after talking with Jonnathan and then Ardynn afterwards. Though, Eliad, not wanting for Ardynn to know of Aleixo’s…condition, said nothing about him. Eliad set a pack down before moving to join Aleixo. Aleixo laid against the tree, bound with his eyes closed.

            “How are you doing?” asked Eliad.

            Eliad ran his fingers through his hair before making his way to the fireplace. A hooded woman looked around the main room and walked toward one of the barrels, her gaze staying at the floor. Eliad cast his gaze over towards the woman, looking at her up and down. He then moved to get a closer look.

            “I was doing my job, nothing personal,” came a man’s voice. “It is how I earn a living, Lady Nyssa. My mistake was that the person who hired me told you. Had I known that wasn’t the case, I would have handled things differently.” He then paused, “Poison is an assassin’s err choice often.”

            Eliad blinked as he stopped to see the commotion as Iriul stood by the post.

            Eliad walked back into the inn. He seemed to be rather tired and…worn…and sore…from the small fight he had with Aleixo. He winced as he walked to the fireplace. In the corner of his eye, he saw Nyssalvia and Iriul at the small stairs. Nyssalvia blinked at Eliad before beckoning him over.

            “That far west might not be a good idea…,” said Iriul. “Who loves silver more than them, eh?”

            Eliad breathed heavily as he stopped running as soon as he got to the Brandywine Bridge, catching his breath. The people of Archet had told him that the large man that Eliad was seeking was gone so Eliad’s thoughts were to go west towards the Shire.

            Eliad had been occupied by getting Jonn embarrassed with the poem that he had made. Though, he was close enough to where he had heard the exchange between Ardynn and Mabegil, the woman who had helped Eliad with speaking.

            “You have to be strong, alright?” asked Mabegil. “Losing a friend shouldn’t affect you this much…You have to move on.”

            Eliad had walked to lead the two outside of Bree from the Prancing Pony before…

            “Oi,” said Styrk.

            “What?” asked Eliad.

            “Joah,” said Forstrang. “Good spot… No need to go far! Pfeheh!”

            Eliad stepped into the Pony before making his way to the bar. He then stopped as he saw Dazelia and another woman being confronted by two large men. One of them was bald and had a beard and the other did have hair. The bald man (Styrk) snickered and snaked his tongue at the pair. The other (Forstrang) seemed rather confused before looking at the colour of Dazelia’s hair and the green of her dress.

            Eliad was sitting down by the lake. He was thankful that he was able to walk around, even if he could not leave Tinnudir. Though, beside the lake had reminded him back at his camp.

            “A little bigger lake than last you looked at, eh?” came Iriul’s voice.

            Eliad glanced over towards Iriul before looking at the lake.

            Eliad and Ulfey continued to talk as Iriul led them.

            “That is worrisome,” said Ulfey. “Why have you not informed the Watch of her?”

            “How would I say it?” replied Eliad, glancing towards Ulfey. “How would I explain that I know her? No… This is my fight.”