<b>Allassiel relaxed, though her hand remained on her hilt as the strange man introduced himself. The name sounded vaguely familiar, a wizard of some manner, from one of the tales they'd heard over the past few days. And while Thorgan was excited at hearing the name, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She'd learned not to trust all wizards, a lesson beaten into her head by the betrayal of Saruman. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>What is it your master wants with us?” she demanded, narrowing her eyes at the young man. “And how is it you know of hobbits when none others here do?” <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Allassiel? Mani naa lle umien?” Pegawen stepped behind her and reached out to rest her hand on Allassiel's forearm. <br/>
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She shook her head. “We don't know if this man speaks true words or even if his master is friend or no. Would the enemy not use such trickery to lure us?” She sized the man up as she spoke. <br/>
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Pegawen furrowed her brow and turned to Lotharn. “What she speaks is true. We know nothing of this man or his master. How is it we are to trust him? I will not go with him, I don't think any of us should.”</b>