Marketplace
The cools breezes that pass through Hadorsford are a tad warmer with this summer, although still relatively chilling. With this wind, the old wooden signs hanging outside the darkened stores and buildings sway back and forth, creating a small creaking sound, disturbing the night air. You can see under the light of the lanterns a tall brown podium of polished wood standing on the grassy knoll in the center of this square, rising to serve as the Criers spot of announcements.

The sky is patterned by fragments of small, puffy clouds. The wind, a constant waft, scatters debris in all directions. A steady rain is released upon the land, gathering in small puddles or running off in muddy rills.

Dawn hints to the east, a thin line of yellow light gracing the horizon where the clouds have begun disperse. Rain still falls sporadically over Hadorsford, though the day already promises to be a cool and pleasant, refreshed by three days of stormy weather. Lanterns are still light along the roads that lead outward from the marketplace at its centre, where lies the small rise of ground, stands Finnabair, a pack at her feet and weapons in hand. Her gaze falls away often to the Inn just beyond, looking expectantly upon its closed door.

It is not long before the heavy oaken doors swing open, noisily to admit the form of a slight figure, her cloak cast about her shoulders. With eyes, gazing skyward, a slight smile finds its way to the lips of the young messenger as she adjusts the pack on her back. Lightly, she skips down the steps, a hum on her lips as she meanders her way towards the other woman..a hand raise to hail her out. "Good morn! Finnabair!" calls, Sionell, hastening towards her kinswoman.."are we to be off soon, the other are coming with us?" Her grey eyes, peer swiftly about the gloom, narrowing slightly as she attempts to spot any others , illuminated only by the pre-dawn light. "Have you been up long?"

Three figures approach the vacant marketplace from the west, their stides long. Each figure is cloaked and cowled, carrying only a light knapsack over their travel garments. As the group approaches the lone figure in the square, one of their memebers, and ashen cloaked lad, steps forward, and removes his hood. "M'lady Finnabair, I assume?" The young scout inquires quietly.

Finnabair straightens as the inn's door opens and Sionell appears on the step. Lifting a hand to the girl as she sees her too, calling back her name, "Sionell!" Bending quickly to retrieve the pack at her feet and striding toward the young messenger, "No, not long.", she answers, shifting her gaze about the streets with her, "The others should be here shortly...", she trails off, even as three figures come into the square, "Indeed, there they are now.", she adds, turning toward the men. "Finnabair it is.", she nods to the one that greets them first and then gestures to the woman at her side, "And Sionell. Your names?", she asks, shouldering her pack and shifting the height of the greatbow upon her back.

Two marachian comes out of the stables slowly, they seem to have backpack, pouches, and they seem to be in a rough discussion, has they come by, Baradil is still saying to Glorfin" Lad, it is better if I go forth, while you and Raelin escort our guest and make sure that nothing happends" Glorfin finally nods without being sure that it's a good idea and says" Alright, I guess I have no choice, yet I'd be more then happy if you took Darian and Curundir with you.

"Good morn" murmers, the Beorian messenger , her greeting quiet as Finnabair adresses the scouts. She takes a long look about the sqaure, her eyes roving along the buildings and walkways with sudden interest as if she were painting a picture, in her mind's eye, perhaps...a mental souvenir for tales among her kin, one cannot say. Her hands move to tighten the belt about her waist, the satchel hanging from it, now stuffed with many objects, and the water pouch filled the night before. Only then does, she lean on the long staff, held in her hand...awaiting the response from the others. One may not assume, it but the light in her flickering eyes seems to tell, she is indeed glad to be off.

"Raelin, M'lady," The foremost scout offers a slight bow, then turns and gestures to his two silent companions. "This is Darian.. " the young scout speaks of the right most figure, " ..and this is Curundir." Noting the arrival of the messenger maiden, Raelin inclines his head politely, though does not look at the woman. "G'morning, M'lady," he says simply. The chatter from the direction of the stables draws the man's attention, and he glances to the two approaching figure, a smile crossing his face. "Glorfin, Baradil!" he bellows to the two, "Nice to see you could drag yourselves from slumber to join us!"

Finnabair nods to each of the men that the man who names himself Raelin introduces them too and shifts her gaze to the others that step from the stables nearby. The sun has risen over the horizon, having climbed over the mountain range to cast bright rays of sunlight over the land, lengthening the shadows across the marketplace. "You are ready to leave then?", she asks, including Sionell with a look to the young woman, "I would have us set out early so that we may cover as many miles as we can each day."

Both scout start laughing at the call of Raelin, they seem to finally have come to a mutual decision has Glorfin says" Yeah, he was sleeping in the stables" Baradil Frowns and greets the lady's and and the 3 scout before him and says" Dont mind him lady's, he's always like that, the black sheep of ous scout" he chuckles and leaves a blushing Glorfin alone with both backpack.

Shielding her eyes with the slight curve of her palm, Sionell nods. "Aye, I am.."she says readily, noding her head. "An early start ..would get it there all the quicker.."she murmers, looking to the ranger in agreement. Shifting the pack beneath her shoulders , slightly she smiles.."You lead Finnbair, we'll follow, just beside you..I trust myself to get lost in all certainty if not..." A wry smile, curves her lips before she looks to Raelin, with surprise...indeed she did not expect he would be among, the group, but she grants him a nod of the head and gesturing to Glorfin and the rest, she suggests they all fall in with the Finnabair's steps.

Raelins attention returns to the Dorthonion ranger, his head bobbing, "Methinks we are, though Baradil is better prepared to answer you that." Turning to the jagged horizon, where the sun has begun its ride to sunset, Raelin sighs, "It is already later than I expected to be underway. At least the first few days will be in friendly enough territory. Nothing is for sure, however. Not in these times." Sionell's nod catches the young scout's attention, and he returns the greeting with a smile.

Looking down, Finnabair gives a tug at straps of her leather armour and briefly returns her gaze to Raelin after Sionell's suggestion, "Let us not delay a moment longer then.", she says, agreeing with his remark, "But perhaps you would rather lead?", she asks the scout, "At least until we cross the range, for you will know your own lands better than I, will know quicker paths to take."

Finally both Glorfin and Baradil come close to those already gathered, Glorfin is still blushing has he puts the bags down while Baradil takes a deep breathe and say" Okay here we go, Glorfin and Raelin will remain with you Mylady's, while I will go forth with Darian and Curundir, when we arrive in site of Brethil, we will fall under your protection and wisdom Lady Finnabair, after all you know your lands, and the paths more then we do" he smiles" If there's any problem, Glorfin knows the signal, a owl will sing 3 times in a row.

Declining the offer with a shake of his head, Raelin replies, "Baradil is the more respected scout amongst the group, M'lady. It is his place to lead, not mine. As said, I will stay closer to you two." Shuffling backward to join his companion, the adan scout squirms to more comfortably adjust his worn pack, and looks to Baradil to lead the way.

No words leave the lips of the Beorian messenger rather she looks between Finnabair and Raelin awaiting patiently. Her gaze travels to her boots and bending she flicks a stone from underneath , a slight look of discomfort passing in her keen eyes.

Finnabair forces a smile, "Brethil is not my land.", she replies flatly. "Lead on.", she adds, extending a hand for the men to proceed she and Sionell. "Will you be able to keep up with our pace, Sionell?", she asks the woman, giving her a concerned look, "When you need rest, I would have you tell me."

Baradil takes the lead and goes forward rapidly, he takes both Curundir and Darian with him, and they rush forward on, untill you cant see them anylonger.

"Aye..Finnabair..I will" she says slowly, "I had a good breakfast after all..."she adds, brightly hefting her pack and moving to the ranger's side. The staff held in her right hand she moves after the scouts, keeping alongside Finnabair's side.

Finnabair gives a smile and a curt nod to Sionell, striding along with the woman as they follow the scout quickly make their way ahead of them through the streets of Hadorsford "Good.", she says, quickening her pace, beginning their long journey back to the forests of Brehtil.