[center][h2][i][color=bc8dbf]Ellaryn Bracegirdle[/color][/i][/h2][/center]

Ellaryn was a little nervous, she found herself somewhat within the middle of the single filed party as they trudged their way up through the woods. Her thoughts of the possible White Bear of the Forest slowly got left behind as the trail followed the course of the stream beside them. It was peaceful, the companionship of their little group made her feel welcome and for maybe the first time in years Ellaryn felt relaxed and at rest. Ofnir's talk of a nearby ancient burial ground bought back memories of the Barrow mounds south of Bree. Could they have similar tales about them.

It didnot even enter her head of the evil that had raised the innkeeper, his daughter and the stranger that night, but then maybe her suspicious mind was growing less paranoid this past day.

Ofnir halted the party and her instincts made her seem small on the back of Sany the pony. As he examined the ground about him, Ellaryn took of and strapped her pack to the pony's saddle, not sure where this armoured form might be hiding, she choose to stay quietly in the saddle. The pack strapped infront of herself gave some restriction of view, but only if she wasn't being observed at present.

When the warrior (and what else could she be, wearing that armour) appeared and hailed them all, she stole a glance at Calariel before looking back to her. "[color=bc8dbf]I was impressed with the Royal Princess, but this is from legend.[/color]" she muttered to herself before looking towards Thurin, she caught herself. It was porbably not the best time to ask him why he didn't wear such armour. Still his was more comfortable to sleep against.