Since the discovery of what really happened the day his mother was killed, Yarassi had held any from his Birth-land of Rohan at arms length, preferably further. Just one he knew from Rohan he trusted, the barmaid, cook, and seemingly general manager of The Prancing Pony Inn, Cymaru. She had never taken offence at his dislike of speaking his native tongue. Never either had she tried to persuade him otherwise that his distrust was something misplaced.
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Cymaru
