[[Iriul]]

            “I was doing my job, nothing personal,” came a man’s voice. “It is how I earn a living, Lady Nyssa. My mistake was that the person who hired me told you. Had I known that wasn’t the case, I would have handled things differently.” He then paused, “Poison is an assassin’s err choice often.”

            Eliad blinked as he stopped to see the commotion as Iriul stood by the post.

            Eliad walked back into the inn. He seemed to be rather tired and…worn…and sore…from the small fight he had with Aleixo. He winced as he walked to the fireplace. In the corner of his eye, he saw Nyssalvia and Iriul at the small stairs. Nyssalvia blinked at Eliad before beckoning him over.

            “That far west might not be a good idea…,” said Iriul. “Who loves silver more than them, eh?”

            Eliad was sitting down by the lake. He was thankful that he was able to walk around, even if he could not leave Tinnudir. Though, beside the lake had reminded him back at his camp.

            “A little bigger lake than last you looked at, eh?” came Iriul’s voice.

            Eliad glanced over towards Iriul before looking at the lake.

            Eliad and Ulfey continued to talk as Iriul led them.

            “That is worrisome,” said Ulfey. “Why have you not informed the Watch of her?”

            “How would I say it?” replied Eliad, glancing towards Ulfey. “How would I explain that I know her? No… This is my fight.”

            “You’ve come to settle in Bree, Eliad…,” said Thorontirn. “What is it that you do there?”

            Eliad shifted his body as he groaned but blinked as his eyesight was covered by the bag. Iriul put his heel on one of the rocks around the fire, tilting it inward – looking over to the groan from the tent.

            “It must be wearing off,” said a woman’s voice, turning her attention towards the tent.