Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20150928025917/@comment-27718380-20151006194856

Idril forgets they cannot understand her. 'Alatulya, nildequar. Naryanyë finyatai.' The men look at her, puzzled. Her companions come into view. They are aware however of the danger and ready their weapons, but not obviously.

('Well met, friends. State your business.')