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Reiven stood still on the snow covered plains looking around to decide if it is a place of peace as Lord Tindir asked her to find for her training.

Reiven hold up the silver swan amulet which was stained with blood, which was once belong to Daenaro, Darnur of Nargothrond, now entrusted her to carry. The rays of sun danced on the silver swan as she was trying to close the lavalieres’ clasp with her frostbite, aching fingers. But she ignored the pain and didn’t stop until feeling its cold touch hanging safely on her chest.

Last night, I was working at the Prancing Pony as usual, but this time not with Erelayn. Erelayn had been attacked the night before and was resting at home. Anyway, instead of Erelayn, a young man called Theodrit was helping me out. In the afternoon, I was cleaning some tables when this dwarf named Garison ran up to me and shouted, "The prancing pony will be mine!'' I looked at him confused. He then ran off and started a conversation with a man named Miradon. I'm not sure what the dwarf said to upset him, but the next thing I knew they were having a duel outside the Pony.