<b>Pegawen was grateful to be off the horse, though she tried not to let the soreness she felt show. Behind her, she could hear Allassiel chuckle as she caught up, eating the ground with her long legs. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Find something amusing?” Pegawen asked, pushing away the arm Allassiel offered.</b><br/><br/><b>Allassiel shrugged and dropped her hand. “Well you do rather resemble a colt trying its legs,” she replied. “Why don't you go sit down by the fire and I'll bring over your bag.” She motioned to the warm flames, adding, “It's been a long day. None shall think ill of you for being discomforted by the ride.”</b><br/><br/><b>The fire did look inviting and Pegawen nodded. “I'd like my harp as well, it'd be nice to play the old songs.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>As much as I'd enjoy that, I'd advise against it. It may bring unwanted guests.” In the distance one of the potential guests could be heard howling, and Allassiel tensed briefly. “There'll be time to hear you play when we get to this Greendale.” <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>You're right, of course.” Pegawen watched as Allassiel headed back to the horse, before making her way to the fire. Lowering herself to the ground with a stifled groan, she stretched her legs out, leaning forward until her forehead rested on her knees. <br/>
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Allassiel grabbed the smaller of Pegawen's bags, then headed towards Lotharn. She paused, her gaze roaming curiously over the faded markings on the walls, a testament to a time long past. “It is a strange thing, these that left with no way of their passing save crumbled stone building.” She reached up to run her hand along one of the markings. “I think such will be with the homes of elves one day.”</b>