Camomille nodded in acknowlegement of Crixus, almost glad for the intrruption. But curiousty prodded her further. "Then why would you be exicuted? Could you not appear to your father, and explain everything?"

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She shook her head "I will not go back. I will be put to death because I ran away. I am a slave. Nothing more." she didn't say it unkindly, but it was a firm answer.

''Enough talking'' Crixus said shortly yet not unkindly as they began to enter the town.
His eyes followed the inhabitants as they surveyed the newcomers, most specifically Camomille. They were clearly fascinated with a hobbit.

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Camomille was practicly crying, upset that Eonwe was so stubborn. "for being a slave? That is no offence! Only an offence to you. Why on earth would you be exicuted if you returned to Rohan, a free woman, where you were born free, a princess?!"

''Enough talking'' Crixus said shortly yet not unkindly. Camomille shut her mouth in haste. Some of the inhabitance looked at them, but most likely thought they were just another family -as Camomille could have easily come off as a child.

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Eonwe grew silent and kept her head down as she went, hoping he would take them to an inn or tavern. That way perhaps he could have the space he needed, she decided. She gripped Camomille's hand tighter as people stared.

They walked and Crixus avoided the gaze of everyone, his companions included. He looked around, hoping to find an inn, yet for the moment could not find one.
He noted that there did not appear to be any sign of slavers, for that he was grateful.

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She followed Crixus as he kept walking. Perhaps they would find something. It was a stretch. If they didn't find anything she supposed they could camp, although she would prefer the shelter of roof and walls to hide them.

Camomille saw a small and weatherbeaten, but comley old in ahead. She tugged on Eonwe's hand to get her and Crixus' attention. "Theres something." She whisperd. "But i have no money, do you?"

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Eonwe pulled on his hand and pointed "We have some." she said as she looked at the old place.

He looked and saw the inn, before replying to her question.
'Let us hope for the best'' he said. He started towards the inn, hoping they would be in luck.

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Camomille squeezed Eonwe's hand harder than ever, and tried her best to look like a normal, innocent child. She was not much worried, and her only fear was that there would be more slavers.
"Once we get inside, I'll need to check your wounds." Camomille whisperd.

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She looked at Camomille as they went, and she smiled at her, hoping to put her at ease.
She was slightly afraid of staying in town, she admitted, but would be grateful for rooms. She winced, but nodded at the Hobbit's words, knowing she should.

(my last post for a while...headed to bed)

(^Same here)

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(thirded^)

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She looked around nervously, her hand slippingfrom Crixus's and she gripped Camomille's hand tighter.

Camomille gulped as well. They didn't want attention drawn to them. Breaking the silence with a sudden idea, Camomille tugged on Eonwe's hand and said in a girlish voice,"Mama! I'm hungry. Can we eat here?" As she tugged Eonwe's hand, the woman stooped slightly under the sudden force. As her ear came down closer, Camomille whisperd in it. "Were just passing through, traveling to your sister's house. Thats the plan. Pass it on to Crixus." The hobbit alloud Eonwe to right herself, then Camomille went about shuffeling her feet and twirling her dress like an absent minded child.

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