Nenaura

A warm light spilled from the window. A heavy wooden door might have looked foreboding if it was not that someone hadn't closed it fully. From within the building, conversation and merriment could be heard. Some sort of gathering. Es entered without hesitation.

There were more people within than he expected to see. Finely dressed. Among them, an elf, one of those hobbit creatures, and a man with Gondorian symbols on his clothes.

One of the revelers was leaving, so Es moved to take a seat and leave the doorway clear for them.

He waited outside the gates of Bree. The stowaway emerged after an hour or so. Quicker than he'd expected, especially after seeing Lemrad show up at the bar. He'd thought the woman might entertain the fellow for a while.

When she approached, she seemed in good spirits. That was always striking. Taken for granted given how often he'd been near her, to the point he was strangely used to it.