It was well before dawn when three riders approached Bree from the south. Their shadows in the moonlight were shrouded by cloaks and hoods. They split up and one went to each gate to watch. Their orders were to bring Lady Daewyn back. Her father spared no expense in hiring the best Gondor had. Two were Ithilien Rangers in the war, and the third was a Rohirrim veteran. Her father gave them information that led them here, for Daewyn wrote much of the northern lands. For now, the three would only watch. They wouldn't tip their hand until they were sure Daewyn was there, and know who was helping her.<br/><br/><br/>Daewyn awoke with a startle from a dream. She sat up and regained her breath. The noise she could hear was that of Indrean tossing and turning on his bedroll. She had not meant to frustrate him, and now that she had rested some, was disgusted in herself in trying to coax him to bed with her. She looked out the window where the silvery moonbeam thrust itself in to the room, and  she lay back down, her eyes staring at the ceiling. She would only get restless broken sleep from now til morning light, and she had to consider what path she should take. If she could get into the next room, the place where she was attacked, she might find something she had hidden there. If...<br/><br/>Indrean rolled and sighed and sat up. Daewyn made sure she was covered and said,<br/><br/>"Not sleeping well?"<br/><br/>She asked as the first birds of the mornig started to sing outside.