Lotheran sat and watched the people in the tavern part of the Inn. I was interesting to see the humans there go about their nightly reverily. Most seemed to be locals of the city, having drinks and perhaps a meal before they headed off home. The music was good, well the bard was good. He sung a song of some hero that Lotheran of course had never heard of, of a great battle and the like. When his meal came he began eating it slowly, savoring the flavor of the food and spices. Having only survived on what he could hunt and trail rations for a very long time the food tasted marvelous, even if it was probably just the normal fair. The bard began a new song, which caught his attention, more a name. Arron, brother of Sauron. The song told of his arrival, of his evil, of his ambition and the creation of an undead army, and the war that followed. It all sounded so familiar, way to familiar.<br/><br/>As he listened to the song, he looked up from his food and seen someone coming down the stars. He raised a brow as he saw her. She was not a human that was for sure. Just by the way she carried herself he knew she was an elf, and one trying to conceal her elven heritage, like he was. Why would an elf be hiding her true self. Were the elves in the lands he was in not welcomed? Were the feared or hated.? It would be something he would have to find out, and he was glad that he had concealed his elven looks. He looked upon her again and something seemed familiar about her. But he could not quite place it.<br/><br/>He watched and finished his meal and then leaned back in his chair to enjoy the wine he was drinking. Suddenly the place fell silent as a man entered the tavern from the street entrance. He was tall, human, with a black beard and set of long black hair. He wore robes and carried a staff of knarled wood. Lotheran had seen such staffs before back in the west. Gandalf had carried one like that. He smiled and thought. "So they have wizards here." It was something strange to find out. He had thought all the wizards of Middle Earth were either dead, or had long ago left to go with the Elves on the Gray Ships. But it seemed that there were others in the east that had not left either. The Wizard looked about the room and his eyes fell upon the Elf woman and then him. That made him uneasy.