Eradin was waiting in the dining hall behind a lavish elf pillar. "Good morning, Aylana." He said, slipping away from the pillar and into the light of the radiant sun that had been rising to show a new day. "Looking well and beautiful as always, as every elf should. Have the others arrived?" His hood was down and his hair was messy. His clothes looked as if he had walked all the way from Mirkwood, only to be stuck in a storm in the Misty Mountains. For short, he looked like crap.