“<b>Someone planned this barrow with immense care,” Allassiel said, slipping into Sindarin, as Pegawen studied the walls along the path. “Whatever Ellawynne would have us retrieve for her, it was meant to be kept safe until the right person came along.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>Then, perhaps, she should be coming to retrieve it herself,”Allasea responded. “Such is often the way with items of great bearing. The person who goes through the tests and comes out victorious has been deemed worthy of such honor.”</b><br/><br/><b>Pegawen glanced over, first at the hiril in conversation, then at the men as they studied the newest door, and finally at their guide who stood back, her sword drawn in case they should be found, before resuming her examination of the writings along the wall. Despite it being some variation of the rohirric language, she could make out no more than a word here and there. Those seemed to tell the tale of the man entombed within, perhaps his great feats. The opening doors distracted her from any deeper contemplation and she stared, with the others, as they revealed the room of the king.</b><br/><br/><b>She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting; rather than the elaborate display of wealth and power many rulers took with them, this man had elected to keep things simple. Elegant, surely, but at first glance a stranger would have never taken the room for that of a king.</b><br/><br/>“<b>I think I would have liked this human.” Allassiel peered into the room and nodded. “But perhaps it's time we got the pendant and left. Before the fighting gets any closer.”</b><br/><br/><b>From below the chamber, the faint sounds of scuffling could be heard. “How close?” Allasea asked.</b><br/><br/>“<b>I think we've been granted a few minutes most. But we'll still have to get out of here.”</b>