(A continuation of a story that started in another RP)<br/><br/>~ ~ ~<br/><br/>When Dawn approached Bree, she slowed her horse Whisper to a stop. She listened and thought she heard a distant horse. She was being pursued! Maybe she got too close to that ranger at the Forsaken… Indrean. He seemed to want to help her, but she fled. Now, she was back here where she was blamed for a murder of a man who tried to rape her. Little did she know she was also blamed for killing the hostess and setting fire to the Forsaken Inn before fleeing. She slid from Whisper and gave her a hug.<br/><br/>”Go! Be ready for me when I call. I love you Whisper for you are all I have left!”<br/><br/>The horse gave her a nudge and turned to find the green grass that lay through the line of trees by the road. Dawn sighed. She had no money, knew nobody here she could trust not to turn her in, and no way to be able to get supplies she would need to get back south to Gondor. Why did she come north? She remembered why. She tensed when she thought about it. She jumped when a man on a horse rode quietly up toward her. It was too late to hide. She would have to face him. She took a deep breath, unsure what to expect as he approached.