“<b>I don't trust in mere coincidence,” Allassiel supplied as she opened the door. “And until I have a better feeling of this place, I will keep my eyes open. I suggest we all do the same.” She gave Pegawen a pointed look, the slipped through the door, closing it behind her.</b><br/><br/>“<b>She needs stop treating me like a child,” Pegawen muttered after the door closed, then turned her attention to Lotharn with an apologetic smile. “I hope you'll not think us unsocial or unkind, but I must agree with Allassiel. We're strangers here and, as such, we should be wary. We know little of the people or customs here. Even our own kin here will be strangers to us.”</b><br/><br/><b>Giving up her pacing, Pegawen sat on the other bed, tucking her legs under her. “I do wish there was some library in the town. I wish to discover what is written about this war, the history of this place. They might even have such fauna here as I've not seen before ...” </b><br/><br/><b>Her voice trailed off and she stared off into space, a wistful expression on her face. For a moment, it appeared as though she'd forgotten Lotharn, the room … even how to breathe. It quickly passed and she blinked, focusing her silvery eyes on him once more. “You said you'd sailed west? And they allowed you passage back here? I didn't think that was possible. What was it like there? Were the stories from our brethren true? It it really more beautiful than even Lorien?”</b>