Lotharn was in the male tent with Thorgan, Haldir, Flagdon, Merry and Pippen. The Two hobbits were sleeping, having been filled with food and drink. The days events had worn them out. Baltor came in with a confused look on his face but also one of releif. Thorgan and Lotharn looked at him both raising a brow. Baltor shook his head. "That man......Horn Threw me out of Ellawynne's tent......litterly." he said. "Then I could hear the two having some strong words. Did you know that Horn was a Prince and soon to be the King of his kingdom?" Now that was indeed news, Thorgan thought. "He sure did not act like a Prince."<br/><br/>Thorgan laughed. A Prince in disquise, and out and about the world without anyone knowing. Playing the Bard, and a good one at that. He could see the sense in him doing something like that. Live his life and get to know the people without them knowing who he was and treating him in a differnt way. He could get to know the people of various lands and hear what was wrong with his Kingdom or what was right about his kingdom. He had been with the Clansmen for some time and right under Ellawynne's nose the whole time. He had to chuckle at the thought. Here she had been waiting for royal blood to show up and she had him there all the time.<br/><br/>When Pegawen came and told them of what concerns Allasea and Allassiel had, he nodded. "Then we best be on our way. Wake Merry and Pippen. They can sleep later." Everyone packed up their things and in a short time, they were ready to go. Thorgon and Lotharn went to Ellawynne's tent and asked to see her. When they were ushered in, he had to grin. Ellawynne was sitting on Horns lap with her arms about his neck. Her cheeks reddened with a blush but that faded when Thorgan told them what was their concern and that they had to leave right away. She summoned the two that would take them to the Tomb. Both were young women dressed in leathers, sporting long bows and swords.<br/><br/>Thorgan and Lotharn bade farewell to Ellawynne and Horn, then meet up with the others with the horses. "Baltor, you return to my father and tell him to send merchants and an ambasador here. We need to become friends with the Clans here." That would put his cousin out of harms way as he thought they had enough already there. He didn't like it, but he had to obey his Prince. Soon enough they were on there way, with two complaining and sleepy Hobbits.