“<b>I … she won't be happy that I kept it from her.” Pegawen stated as she watched him stand. She found herself once more having to look up at the taller hir and, despite that fact that she was rather accustomed to being short amongst the elves, she found his height both disconcerting and strangely comforting. “I think it's even more important now that I find a library of some sort, books on this war and prophecy. Perhaps when Timberlane takes us to the elves here, they'll have such, just as you said. I only hope –“ <br/>
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Pegawen was cut off as the door banged open, and Allassiel came inside. She checked down the hallway, before turning to the others. “There's a pair of strangers downstairs,” she announced, “conversing with the barkeep, asking questions about newcomers. Didn't stay to listen to the whole conversation, but I don't like it. And I didn't like them.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>Are you sure of what you heard?” Pegawen asked, tearing her eyes away from Lotharn and focusing on Allassiel, who nodded. </b>