*onumorid watches the betraying drow scurry up the stairs like the rat that he is*

*sees one of the drow leave to his room and breaks a little easier*

*Takes the oppertunity and slips outside into the city*

*onumorid goes to his room and goes into trance*

XI (day 15) of the time of the fall era

It is the third day of darkness. The skies are pitch black with occasional red lightning revealing dark clouds. Some of the plants have already wilted in town and the farms are suffering also. If this continues life that depends on sunslight will be scarce and people may start to starve!

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Lord Elkinsinan has decided to send out the King’s Knights to try to reduce the evergrowing numbers of orcs 40 leagues away from town. The huge brigade of knights are followed by royal clerics who will bless and heal them during battle. Hopefully this will keep the battle away from town giving additional time for reinforcements. Many of the officials that work closely with the lord disagree with his strategy however.

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Boromir has brought a hay block tough and bundle tightly. He is using it to practice with his short sword. He clumsily thrusts and slashes at it trying to get use of the grip of the hilt. He accidently cuts himself in the process screaming in agony. He is frustrated and throws the short sword on the floor. He then covers his wrist with a cloth hoping the bleeding will stop before business begins. Fortunately he has a huge pot of boar’s goulash already prepared for todays meal and has the tavern setup for a new day’s earnings. He waits patiently for his customers to leave their room after a good nights rest.

*Comes into the inn. The cloaked figure stands in the doorway for a minute shivering. The cloak the figure wears completely soaked through. The figure looks around slowly and when convinced the coast is clear slowly moves inside leaving a few footprints and drag marks from the heavy and wet cloak all the way to her table. There is a slight squichy noise when she sits*

Boromir nods his head greeting the wood elf. He then sees how wet she is and goes to start the fireplace. It is difficult since he cut himself with the short sword trying to learn how to use it. He wraps his hand more with the cloth trying to forget about it. Finally the fire starts. "If you would like to sit next to the fireplace to dry up then please be my guest," Boromir offers.

*She nods and slowly moves twards the fire. she sees the bandage on boromir's hand and slowly reaches out to take his hand for a second but hesitates still shaking. Its hard to tell if its from the cold or just nervs*

Boromir looks at the wood elf take his hand and then sees her hesitate. He then grabs his wrap and smiles. "Oh it is just a cut I did trying to practice with my short sword that Rathil Thads gave me as a gift. I am clumsy like always and better off being a barkeep," he explains.

*slowly places a hand on the wrap and then kisses his hand for a second. Maybe a way of trying to kiss it to make it feel better? A sudden laps in judgement and trying to show compassion? O(r just thanking him for the fire. . .What ever it was its over in a second. She slowly lets the hand go and moves twards the fireplace*

Boromir blushes as he never had a woman kiss him or his hand for that matter before. At such a young age he looks at the wood elf and starts to really enjoy it when she comes to the tavern. He ponders for a moment. He then smiles and brings a glass of elvin wine to the wood elf. "You know I never caught your name and it is okay if you wish not to tell me, but you are at home here anyday. Take this glass of wine as my gratitude," he offers.

*Looks at Boromir then around him for a second. When she's convinced no one else is awake yet she lowers her cloak. Her brown hair tangled up a bit. She looks at the wine then him. She slowly takes the wine. Her hand that is usualy gloved is not for once. She smiles slightly then looks at him. She speaks softly almost like a mouse with her whisper*
Thank you boromir. *She says softly* I'm *Sharp pause. She sees her hand is uncovered and she mumbles something that sounds like 'whytherlynn.'
*she pulls her hand back under her cloaks after transfering the wine to her other hand and looks back at him.* I'm...greatful - for the wine. *weak smile*

**Boromir notices the hand of the wood elf and then gives a weak smile. He tries to look normal but notices that his eyes are a bit teary. He smiles once again and turns around quickly to walk away. He wipes a small tear and then grabs some mugs to prepare for perhaps a big lunch break. He cannot wait to sell bowls of goulasch today. He then looks back at the wood elf and sees how beautiful she is. To bad he isn't a great adventurer like most of his customers that come in. He would perhaps be allowed to adventure with her. Dismissing the thought he smiles once more then goes to the kitchen.**

*she catches Boromir's reaction to her hand and is instantly saddened. She puts the cloak back over her head and sets the wine down. she curles up into a tight ball and closes her eyes just rocking herself by the fire*

Boromir comes out with a bowl of boar's goulasch. He is enjoying the savory soft meat chunks in it as he notices the wood elf rocking herself with eyes closed. He is upset with himself as he knew his face couldn't keep a straight face and sets the bowl down. He walks up to the wood elf and sits next to her. He throws a log in the fire before hugging her. He hesitates at first but then lends her his shoulder hoping he can provide a little comfort.

*Tences up at first when Boromir hugs her but then releases a deep breath and leans onto him, almost in a nuzzling way for a moment and holds onto his arm watching the fire.*

"I don't even want to know what happened to you. I just want to be your friend and be there for you when you need something," Boromir whispers.

"I don't know much about elves, dwarves, minotaurs for I lived all my life here in Sinatorium. I am nothing more then a son of a armorsmith," he says dissappointingly. **He sighs for a moment.** "Why my father won't even talk to me as I refused to start a apprentice with him. I like it here in the tavern meeting adventurers and hearing their tales. Perhaps one day I will hear of yours," he finishes as he smiles at the beautiful wood elf.

*Places a hand on his chest and looks at the fire. She wipes something from her face for a moment and sighs. She looks up at him as he speaks but doesn't say anything before relaxing and closing her eyes feeling the warms of the fire and a friend. Something about boromir and his demeanor seems to make her feel safe.
After a few moments she whispers something.* your a good man. what happens to me is of little consiquence.

Boromir enjoys this moment and wishes it never ends. He never hugged a woman before as he is a bit nervous. He then knows that this moment will only last a few moments before business starts and he will be off having to serve them their drink and food.

He gazes at the fireplace daydreaming and smiling.

*Sighs a bit knowing he'll have to work soon but doesnt let go. She looks up at him then the fire half way wishing there were more nice people like him in the area. she runs a hand through her hair then sneezes from the cold*