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[serannas]

[ Whoa, there. Ellana has a moment where she remembers Galadriel's might; how she seemed to embody Mythal in her very stance and presence. Now Thranduil is giving her those vibes again. ]

They're looking out for themselves. Maybe they can't trust their neighbors; I don't know. But yes, they might tell you something.

[ Simply because it's a choice between fearing the neighbors turning them in to someone and fearing what this rifter elf might do if he doesn't get answers. ]

Good. I'll definitely go with you after you've seen things yourself.

[rowancrowned]

Against what?

[ he could not save the clan that herian and pel had butchered; there are hundreds of elves who die daily in the far-off places he cannot reach across thedas, and here, under his nose, is something that seems odd, something he can affect-

even if it turns out to be nothing, he will retire better to his little room in the gallows. ]

I will be discreet, [ he amends. ] Is there a tavern, perhaps? Somewhere they are able to gather without shemlen. An open market?

[serannas]

My guess is against being taken next.

[ She thinks for a moment, frowning to herself. ]

Anywhere outside the alienage is going to have a majority of humans walking around, I'm afraid. But if I hear of such a gathering place, I'll let you know.