Luna followed them, her eyes downcast. Rohan seemed so lonely, the city seemed solemn and empty. She glanced around, and nearly gasped when she saw a man with greasy black hair and a cruel face watching her. She had heard of this man...what was his name...worm mouth? Snake tongue? It was something like that. She shuddered. She didn't like him. She swallowed, and could hear his robes swishing as he followed and watched the group from the shadows. She could feel his eyes on her.

Eowyn led them to a table, laid handsomely with food. "Please, sit, eat," she said, smiling warmly. Her eyes strayed to her uncle. He sat on his throne, his years wearing heavily on his shoulders. He had aged well beyond his years for no apparent reason. Markus noticed this and grimaced. His eyes moved to Eowyn, he just noticed the pain on her face before she wiped it off and replaced it with a smile. "Tell me, what brings thee?" she addressed them each in turn as she took a seat beside them.

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Luna sat down silently, looking at the plate, but not touching her food. She wasn't hungry. Her eyes looked up briefly to dip her head at Lady Eowyn before they roamed over the table. There was plenty of food, but it did not appeal to Luna. She looked to King Theoden. Something was not right. Her eyes focused on his distant ones, and although he was not exactly looking at her, she felt watched. Not only by the man she had seen before, but by something more sinister.

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Sirel glanced towards Markus before opening her mouth to speak. "We were traveling near here and decided to drop in for a while," she said. Her gaze flickered back to Markus. He had been a kind of slave for a while, yet knew the Lady Eowyn. He was a complicated elf, to be sure.

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Luna was beginning to not feel well, she was nauseus. She swallowed. "I..am terribly sorry for the bother, but...may I be excused? I can go down to the inn..I would not want to trouble you for a room...I..." she didn't want to say she was unwell, but her pale face spoke for her. Her skin was crawling, her throat felt tight, her breathing constricted. There was something evil happening in that place.

Sirel, sitting to Luna's left, laid a hand on the girl's arm. "Luna, what's wrong?" she asked in a low voice. Luna was frighteningly pale.

"Nothing...I...just need...rest..." she swallowed hard. She had never felt evil like this before. It smelled rank, felt heavy, and was just horribly unpleasant. She reached a hand to get her wine goblet, but found it shaking so badly that when she tried to bring it to her lips, she spilled the red liquid onto her thin, torn up dress. "Oh!" she cried softly, dismayed.

"Excuse us, King Theoden and Lady Eowyn. Is there a room where we could rest and clean up?" Sirel stood to her feet, gently pulling Luna to do the same. "It would be greatly appreciated."

"Of course," Lady Eowyn said. "I shall have a dress for you companion sent over as well. Hartha," she called. A maidservant appeared out of the shadows. Lady Eowyn continued. "Please bring Sirel and Luna to one of the guest rooms, and send a dress that would fit Luna as quick as you can."

(I'm assuming that everyone has been introduced already, my bad if they haven't)

"No, I...I'll be fine...I can...have my own room." she stuttered as she leaned on her chair. "I don't need a dress." she spoke without stuttering, but her voice was weak. "Thank you, though, Siriel and My lady." she remembered her manners before she began walking at a fast, shaky pace to her room that the maid was taking her to. She could feel eyes on her, and she shivered.

Sirel didn't sit back down, biting her lip anxiously. "Excuse me," she said again, and then hurried after Luna - who was obviously not "fine", as she insisted.

She entered the room that they had given her, and ran for the wash bin. She splashed water on her face, then took a cloth and began scrubbing at the wine stain on her dress. Her hand moved furiously, as though trying to wash off the feelings as well.

Sirel stood silently at the door as Luna scrubbed at her dress. In her hands she held a dress the maid had given her.
"Luna," she called after a moment. "What is wrong? Are you ill?"

"No...yes...no...I don't know." her voice was shaky as she continued to scrub at the stain. Her skin still crawled. She jumped as she heard the swooshing sound of robes as someone quickly walked away. Had to be that snake tongue or worm mouth guy...what was his first name...grim? Grima? She couldn't remember, but she knew he gave her the creeps.

Sirel's head whipped around as she too heard the sound of the man retreating. She quickly shut the door.
"What do you mean? Is it- is it this place?" Sirel could feel the evil nagging at the back of her brain, but I the sense of the place was enough to make Luna sick, the other elf was obviously more sensitive to it than her.

She nodded, "There is something wrong with Theoden." she whispered, trying to get herself breathing better, yet her throat felt constricted.

Thinking back on her brief meeting with King Theoden, Sirel had to agree.
"He's not well, that is obvious. Could some dark magic be involved in that?"