From the moment Lyiana stood up and walked over to the noble looking man, she knew that what she was about to witness was not random or ordinary. Indeed, even as she sat down, she could see from the gleam in his eyes something....hope. Unwavering hope in the goodness of the world and of the people who resided within it. Before he began his speech however, his eyes bore into hers, and she blushed softly under his intense but kind stare and lowered her gaze for a brief moment. She did not avert her gaze from total discomfort or intrusion, for his eyes held no hostility or ill-will in them; she lowered them because she found herself intrigued by him and his desire to know all of the newcomers.<br/><br/>As he spoke, she lifted her gaze back up to him to study his face, but more importantly, his eyes; back in Bree, she found that people only looked in each others' eyes if they were friends, or if they were completely drunk and angry. Thankfully, this man, Arthalion was not drunk or angry; but as he spoke of the Dark Lord Sauron and of the shadow that was beginning to sprout in the land, his eyes flickered with a righteous hatred that seemed to spread to the others. His voice and eyes changed as he spoke of a plan to save his land, their land; His passion about restoring Arnor and saving Middle-Earth was indeed infectious, but she found herself wondering what role she would play in this story.<br/><br/>How could she, a lowly half-elf with no connections, past, or professional training of any kind, be useful to this restoration?<br/><br/>Her attention was brought to a man...nay, a Hobbit, who was sitting at their table and enjoying a wonderful looking meal. Lyiana couldn't help but smile warmly at the sight of the familiar race and the nervous edge in his voice as he asked about what aid might entail.  She found herself shifting her gaze back to Arthalion, awaiting his answer, for she too wondered the same thing.