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[menelsul]

Menelsûl paced the yard of the inn, his skin shivering with anxiety. Something was near Alcawyn last night that shouldn't have been. Something was hunting the people inside. He had seen the spider webs, and he had heard the commotion when she had first attacked. He had heard the whispers and seen the arrival of both Boromir and Luthien

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[mearasfirefoot]

The stallion trotted up to the young Mearas colt Menelsûl; his instincts telling him to keep the young steed company.

'Whenever there is trouble lurking, band together. Should trouble show its face, run. And don't look back.'

*grooms him at the "soothe spot" at the base of Menelsûl's neck, not sure what else to do for him*

[menelsul]

*Menelsûl relaxes slightly, though he still actively scans the grounds for anything that does not feel right.*

[cuine]

*joins the other two horses in their vigil*

[snowmane]

*grazes nearby, very stupid but very big with very hard hooves and quite dead already, thank you*

[windfola]

Windfola walked up to stand with the other horses not exactly sure why he was worried. His thoughts had always been set on world domination and enslaving the two leggers. But now he found himself actually concerned. Something told him that the people inside were in great danger and whille he could have cared less about most of them, there was Eowyn to (kind of) worry about. "Does anyone know what the hell is going on?" he asked, stomping the ground impatiently.

[menelsul]

Something's trying to hurt them. It attacked one of the elves--Haldir. *pins ears* And it was near Alcawyn last night.