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The afternoon was calm and warm, just as Faorie knew it was to be when returning from the Misty Mountains. But this was not her return, it was a visit, for her presence was still expected with that of the Warband's ally company, Vanimar.
While exiting the Last Homely House, she noted in the distance two figures walking over a small bridge to the right, nearly escaping her view. She would have thought nothing of it had the only notable feature been something other than the cloak all warriors of the Warband wear.
Lamps filled the paths of the hidden vale with dim light, leading to a small gazebo near the falls of Imladris where Faorie stood waiting.
Reeger approached silently from behind.
Slowly, Faorie turned to the Neth Megil, studying briefly. “Ah, suilad Reeger. Thank you for meeting with me.” She had sent word to Reeger earlier in the day requesting his presence.
“Of course, Lady Faorie,” he replied. He stood straight, focused yet at ease.