A Knight, Elf & Rider in a bar (Lindy & Cass)

[Arenathon]

The Knight of Dol Amroth and the Elf Maiden of Mirkwood had crossed the plains of Rohan from Fangorn Forest. They had moved at a comfortable pace, riding upon his horse or on occasion taking time to just walk. Arenathon seemed to require this more, in his armour he was prone to pains if he rode too long.

It was a welcome site when they came across one of the first villages. He did not see any familiar faces but plenty looked toward them. A Knight and an Elf made for a strange sight. The sun would be setting soon however, and Arenathon desired warm food and ale to wash it down. He had a feeling the Elf maiden would appreciate a soft bed too.

As they passed into the village proper Arenathon asked one of the men they passed if there was such a place and was directed to a nearby building. It had a stable attached and for just a coin a lad took his horse to be cleaned, fed and stabled for the night. Even his loyal steed could have the evening and night to rest.

With his horse taken care of Arenathon entered the building of wood and straw, it was nicer inside then outside to a surprising degree. Despite the need of most people within requiring a bath.

The two must have been a strange site, he a Knight in armour with his hammer over his back, she a vision of demure Elven beauty and grace. "Food for two, I'll have meat and my friend vegetables. We'll have ale and wine too friend." asked the night before putting coin on counter. The tavernkeep looked at him for a moment before turning to the coin. Coin was coin, odd sort of guest or not.

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[Lindethiel]

The she elf had felt poorly when the Knight had offered to let her ride his horse while he walked. She was with out tire- or at least fort the most part but she was though after a long day of riding and walking she wasn't so sure that was a true statement. Her body ached and she desired a bath filled with steaming hot water and a sponge to scrub the grime off of her skin and out of her hair. Though Lindethiel did not think she would find such a luxury in the world of men.

When the reached the tavern and inn Lindethiel never thought she'd be so happy to see a long house in all her long days. "This is a place for resting?" She asked thinking she knew the answer already.
Her answer was given as they walked into the Inn garnering stares from men nursing drinks. She slid her hood off of her head and realized that only made them stare harder. Perhaps they'd never seen a knight of gondor before, or perhaps they'd never seen an elf before.
"Shall we eat and then inquire about a bath?" She asked as Arenathon placed down a coin on the bar.

She led the way to a table of rough wood as they waited for their food and drinks to be brought out to them. When her fingers touched the grain of the wood she quickly recoiled before sitting down nursing her hand for a moment looking around the room noticing they received more stares than she was accustomed.
"Is it a strange sight to find a man of Gondor in the realm of Rohan?" She asked her head tilting ever so slightly to the right as she spoke, her long dark locks shifting to show more of her leaf shaped ears.

[cassiopeia]

The day had been kind to Casswyn, as had the previous weeks. The past while the young Rohirrim had spent touring around Rohan, selling her hunting kills, running errands and riding in races. It made for good earnings and her purse was better lined now than it had been in several seasons. Today she had raced yet again, just outside the village, and Uvaer and herself had once again flattened the field - despite some underhand efforts by another rider to have her unseated. But Casswyn was no fool. She knew only too well that this spell of good luck would not last forever and, although she was certainly enjoying it, she realised it was a case of making hay while the sun was shining – and squirrelling away some of her hard-earned coins for the rainy days ahead.

Now, however, she was taking a rare night to revel in her good fortune by buying pints of mead and treating herself to a warm, soft bed. And why not? After all, she had earned it! It was a lively crowd in the inn tonight and Casswyn was tucked away in a corner with a group of farmers and horse-masters. The young rider was so focused on the conversation that she did not notice the Gondorian man and Elf maiden enter. The group were animatedly discussing the age at which a horse should first be broken – a rather typical topic for the Rohirrim. It was amicable enough until one man began to argue persistently that a foal could be backed and ridden at two years of age, and Casswyn found this most disagreeable.

“And you call yourself a Rohirrim?” she proclaimed in horror, “What a way to hollow out a horse's back and ruin its joints! Nah, you never back until its three – and even that's early!”

The conversation carried on but Casswyn had lost interest, they weren't prepared to heed the input of a woman, even though she was speaking sense. Too many of the men at the table were hungry for money and prepared to let the odd horse suffer in order to get their hands on it. Draining the last of her pint of mead, Casswyn excused herself and made her way to the bar to order another. Just because the men had proved poor company it did not necessarily spell ruin for her evening.