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IC time is: Dawn < About 6:47 AM >
IC day is: Orgilion <Stars-day>
IC date is: 16 Laer <Summer>
Moon phase: Full <VISIBLE>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 18 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3042>
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RL time: Wed Nov 07 12:15:51 2007
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Near the Great Tree
You stand next to a giant Mallorn tree, the tallest in the entire world. Its silver bark is beautiful and unblemished, and the golden leaves above are as large as shields. A ladder hangs down from above, leading high up into the branches of the giant tree. Three elves stand guard at the base of the tree. A room is to the rear of the tree, around to the north.

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Pure white light bursts forth from the eastern horizon as dawn takes hold. The dark sky brightens to a soft grey and the stars of night have faded, save for a small few that seem to fight the coming day. A brisk summer breeze blows from the south, bringing forth the scent of distant lands and sweet grasses. The sound of song is light, and mingles with the waking sound of wildlife.

Wandering near the Great Tree, the Tailor Galharth holds a package tightly in one arm while his other hand holds his ever present staff. As the crafter moves, he hums in time with the Bards song, and clearly he seems to be enjoying the morning.

Turwaithiel was passing by the great tree. Pausing in the early morning she pasued to enjoy the view of the great tree. It was always a wonderfull sight but more so in the morning or so she thought. Perhaps it was the way the light hit it. The sound of humming caught her attention and she saw a figure approach. "Good morning and how are you faring on this day?"

Catching sight of Turwaithiel just as she calls out, the Tailor returns the greeting with a smile. "Well met, and a good morning to you as well, Turwaithiel." Turning his direction slightly, Galharth moves towards the elleth. Pausing a few steps away, he turns towards the east and draws in a deep breath. "It promises to be a lovely day, and already I've gotten a great deal accomplished." Lifting his package slightly he draws attention to the neatly wrapped item. "Three deliveries so far, with this fourth one being the last for the morning." Looking back towards the elleth he lifts a brow. "What brings you out so early in the morn? By chance have you found yourself a job that brings you out?"

Turwaithiel looks towards the mentioned packages. "So I see. It is good to get what needs to be done early, it gives us time to enjoy the rest of the day. In the summer there is a tendacy to want to enjoy the day more. Well, I do anyway, I do not know about others. I was simply passing by and decided to stop and view the tree. It always looks its best in the morning."

"Enjoy the day? I suppose I will, but in the same breath I'll be working to complete the gowns and robes required for upcoming events." Galharth says with a smile. "We've a diplomatic mission leaving in a matter of days, and I'd like to be done before I go." Clutching the package firmly to his side, he pauses to glance down at it. "At least I know if I can not finish, Nioniel can step up to work upon anything I leave behind."

Turwaithiel nods. "Ah, the trip yes. I knew it was leaving soon, I did not know how soon though. I hope that things will go well for those on it. Tell me will the party be away for long." An early morning bird song floated though the air and she looked into the branches in an effort to see the bird making it.

"I do not know if Lostiriel had decided what day we'll leave," Galharth admits. "We won't be gone long as I think she wants us there and back before the season changes." Smiling broadly, the Tailor shifts his stance slightly and draws the package up to his chest. "As far as myself, I'll only need a few days to search their libraries." Chuckling softly he glances northwards. "I dare say we'll be gone long enough to make our return a highly desired event."