<b>Little was said as the group made their way through the crowds to collect Pegawen's food. And, despite the fact that she insisted she could carry her own tray, the young serving wench followed, darting nervous glances at Timberlane.<br/>
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Wishing to put the girl at ease, Pegawen asked her name.</b><br/><br/>“<b>Is Emie, m'lady,” the girl replied, her eyes widening.</b><br/><br/><b>Pegawen responded with a smile, lifting the hem of her sage green robe as she mounted the stairs. “And, Emie, has your family lived here long?”</b><br/><br/>“<b>All my life.” Emie nodded and offered a shy smile in return. “Me mum were from here. Me da, he were a sea man. We didna see him much.” As they reached the first landing and turned to climb the second set of steps, Emie paused, shifting the tray in her arms. “Me brother, he took after da, got himself signed up on a ship. Says it's even better than ridin' a horse. I've ne'er ridden one though,” she finished with a sigh.</b><br/><br/>“<b>Riding horses can be … interesting,” Pegawen offered as they reached the hallway and reached into her pocket for the room key. “It all depends on how well the animal is trained. And, if they like the person riding them.” She stopped in front of her room and, pulling out the small iron key, fit it into the lock before pushing the door open. “After you,” she announced, waiting for the others to enter.</b><br/><br/><b>Pegawen entered last, waiting by the door as she surveyed the small room she was sharing with her cousin. Allassiel glanced up from the corner, where she had gathered their travel bags and set them aside, making room for everyone to sit. In the opposite corner was the bed, pushed against the wall beneath the one small window in the room. It was not near as comfortable as the ones in Caras Galadhon, Pegawen thought, but still more so than the bedrolls they'd used on the journey.</b><br/><br/><b>Emie made her way to a small table near the door and set the tray of food down before turning to address Pegawen. “Will you be needin' anything else, m'lady?” she asked.</b><br/><br/>“<b>No, that'll be all for now. Thank you Emie.” Pegawen replied.</b><br/><br/><b>With a quick curtsy, Emie backed out of the room, closing the door behind her with a quiet click, and Pegawen turned to Lotharn and Timberlane. “Please, make yourselves at peace and we will talk.” She headed to the table, settling herself into one of the two chairs. As she watched them look for a place to sit, Pegawen broke a piece of bread and dipped it into the stew.</b><br/><br/><b>Allassiel unbelted her sword from her tunic and set it aside, before hopping up on the ledge of the window to sit. “I wish to hear more of this war you spoke.” she urged. </b>