<b>When Timberlane returned with the news that they'd be leaving soon, Pegawen looked up from a small tome she'd managed to tuck away in her dress. A day felt like so little time, despite the fact that she'd spent most of her days in the library reading. And there was the matter of the journal she'd spotted. She was eager to resume her studies. <i>Still, speed is of the essence,</i> she thought. <i>I'll simply have to make the most of the time left in Greendale. </i>As she thought over what she planned to do, she gazed into the distance at the waterfalls and tilted her head, considering. “If I'm not needed at the moment, I've a need to go wash up,” she told Timberlane.</b><br/><br/>“<b>I'll go with you,” Allassiel replied, hopping down from the railing she'd managed to use as a seat. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>No, stay. I won't be long. If you wish, I'll come for you before returning to the library. There were some maps there that may be of use to us. And that journal,” Pegawen added, as she bowed to the men and raced off. <br/>
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Left with the men, Allassiel leaned back and considered the newest members to their party. Lotharn, she knew, was a capable fighter, having risen in renown during the war with Sauron. Timberlane was a wizard, and she had little doubt of his abilities. <i>The dwarf seems sturdy for one of his people, though young. At least he tends his weapons well. </i>As a weaponsmith, this pleased her, raising him in her esteem. <br/>
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While Flagdon appeared young, she knew he could be much older as dwarves were a long-lived race. Thorgan, on the other hand … She studied the man through her bangs, her brow furrowed in concern. <i>He's young, even younger still than Elessar was. What does he know of war and battle? </i>As she pondered, she recalled their greeting in the dining hall and the brief flicker of surprise she'd felt to see a man as tall as an elf. She was accustomed to looking over their heads, most elves were. The thought caused her to smile briefly, and she was still grinning as she addressed the men.</b><br/><br/>“<b>Tell me about your people here,” she spoke carefully in her broken Westron. “I would know something of who comes with us.”</b><br/><br/><br/><b>Pegawen followed the path through the city, pausing to study the trees and buildings but not lingering long on anything. When she finally came to one of the more isolated waterfalls, she saw there was no one around and, pulling off her slippers, she lifted her skirts and stuck her foot into the edge of the pooling waters. <i>A bit cooler than the ones in Lorien, but it'll do, </i>she thought as she stepped back to disrobe.</b>