<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/Scarred_Redhead_Warrior.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cat (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=340173.msg16121430#msg16121430) (Tirmaethril Andtirnen)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Her armour, the snarling cat-head pendant, a light sheen of travel-dirt, and a faint aroma of horse<br/><strong>Condition:</strong> Tired, hungry, thirsty, and delighted to be in such a fabulous centre of civilisation... though now rather perturbed by the rudeness of some of the other guests<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The taproom of the Prancing Pony<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone who might be interested!<br/><hr/><br/>Cat turned her head to let the laughing group see the scars on her face, arching a brow at them... before forcing herself to remember that she was a guest in someone else's home, and that any attempt to teach manners would be a gross breach of etiquette.  Drawing in a steadying breath, she returned her gaze to Barliman - and offered him a smile mingling sympathy and apology.<br/><br/>"Thank you," she said warmly - primarily to Barliman, though she looked to Nob to include him in her gratitude.  "And I can quite believe that there are people out there doing their best to make use of old sites.  There is a lot to be said for good stone and well-laid foundations, however many centuries have passed since their construction.  I had wondered if it might perhaps be possible to visit Fornost Erain one day... but it sounds as if there might now be good reason to do so."  She darted a glance around those others who seemed interested in the tale, lips quirking wryly.  "And it seems that there are others who might perhaps feel the same way."<br/><br/>The hostility to the white wolf had thus far passed her by, caught up as she was in the prospect of a trip to visit the ancient capital of her forebears.  What stories might she sing from the stones there?!?<br/></div>