<span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Cailiawen sat and listened to Arthalion welcome them. Remaining quiet and taking part in the fine food, she took bread, butter, cheese, bacon, and warm tomatoes. She only took a bit of lettuce and she ate rather quickly as Arthalion spoke. The hobbit named Isengar spoke and asked a fair question of Arthalion.<br/><br/>Having not come by summons or free will, Cailiawen wondered why she had decided to attend Arthalion here other than for the good food she didn’t have to steal or fight for. Yet, Arthalion’s words were true about the evil, and Cailiawen found herself desiring to help Arthalion in any effort he wished to push forth against it. She could not continue to be a lone wolf among the highlands of Rhuadur, but looking around at those gathered, neither did she know what sort of band this man would gather.<br/><br/>Once she had finished eating and was sipping her tea, Cailiawen stood and followed up the hobbit’s question.<br/><br/>“The halfling asks a good question Arthalion, Steward of Arnor. Being one who neither was a recipient of an invitation, or came freely to this stronghold of the Eldar, I stepped in to the protected lands of the elves and was taken prisoner. I do appreciate the hospitality shown by one such as you who hold such high titles to invite one such as me to your table here. But I hold in reservation my fealty to your cause until I hear more of your purpose. If saying such has my weapons confiscated and has me hauled back to a cell as a prisoner, so be it. But for now, I will sit and eat your food, and I will listen to your words, and will decide in time if your cause is worthy.”<br/><br/>Her words were hard, and some may have considered them rough and abrasive toward Arthalion. But Cailiawen would know the depth of the man who claims title of the Steward of Arnor… of her home. She bowed her head to him and sat back down.</span>