"No... no... you ... Thank you Indrean."<br/><br/>Dawn said as the food and drink arrived. She picked up a piece of bread and started with the butter and cheese. She looked at Indrean and smiled...<br/><br/>"You are so good to me. Why do you put it upon yourself to watch over me?"<br/><br/>Dawn picked up the large tankard of ale he had gotten her and drank a fair amount. She was not being ladylike with the foam on her lip and the crumbs all around. Dawn looked in the ale and back to Indrean before her eyes searched the room. She looked back to him and said,<br/><br/>"I was to be married... in Gondor. It was arranged as I am high-born in to a wealthy house of Dol Amroth. My father betrothed me to marry Hilgor, a Gondorian general in exchange for watching out for his goods in the port of Pelargir. My name is Daewyn of House Hawthien of Dol Amroth, third born and second born daughter. My life was little more than an bargaining chip for my father, especially after my mother died. Both Hilgor and Lord Hawthien my father have hired men to find and bring me back to fulfil his oath. It is why I was loathe to trust you or any of the other rangers at the Forsaken Inn."<br/><br/>Daewyn realised she was rambling and when the serving maid brought the stew over to the table, she went quiet. She looked at Indrean, her eyes pleading to him not to turn her over to any of her father's or betrothed's men. She would rather be locked up for murder here than go back, and she had nowhere else to run.