<div class="floatleft">(https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/50496154816_01a4a320a7_o.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hilde (Hildegard Lightfoot)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Travel clothing, shawl and leather satchel<br/><strong>Condition:</strong>Hungry and thirsty from the road, and overwhelmed by being around all the Big Folk<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the<em>Prancing Pony</em>, Bree<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Squint (DM), Open<br/><strong> Notes: </strong>Bit of a short one, but I wanted to get this up before I crash tonight. Excited to write to you all. Hilde has taken notice of Squint acting strangely, per a suggestion of how to get her involved from mainsnoires<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Hilde tugged her shawl closer around her shoulders as she stepped with purpose towards the inn, pointed out to her by the gateman at her polite questioning. Yet it was impossible to hide the bewildered, doe-eyed look she gave anyone who happened to catch her gaze; for the Big Folk of Bree were so very tall and Hilde suddenly felt <em>shorter</em> than she ever had before. Especially as she passed through streets lined with their tall wooden and stone buildings. Meeting Men travelling by the Shire in pairs or threes, and being in one of their Towns, were, evidently, <em>very different experiences.</em><br/><br/>Still, she pushed on towards the <em>Prancing Pony</em> as there was naught else for her to do that evening but rest and gather her thoughts. The road from the Shire had not been difficult, per say, for the Hobbit, but it was the furthest Hilde had walked beyond the occasional picnic. It was all for good reason, though, and she looked forward to the morning when she hoped to explore new possibilities. Moving <em>forward</em> was her only choice now and for the rest of her life, no matter how hard that seemed.<br/><br/>Before Hilde could reach the tavern proper, however, something else caught her attention. She watched as a man exited the door by which she meant to enter the establishment and headed towards the stables. There was nothing out of the ordinary about that, per say, but the way he paused by the awning of the stable and began to rummage about his things made Hilde feel cautious for reasons she couldn't quite explain. It was just that something felt <em>off</em> about the situation. As she approached with light steps befitting her name, Hilde thought she caught a flash of torch light from the corner of her vision, but it was difficult to tell with all the people moving around her and obscuring her line of sight at times. Perhaps it was nothing, yet the feeling of wrongness would not leave her gut. Thus with the politest tone she could manage, she called out to the <acronym title="Squint">Man</acronym>.<br/><br/><strong>"Excuse me, sir, are you waiting for the stable hands, perhaps?"</strong></div>