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*the door to the bar opens, and the ship-wright looks in, curious. He steps aside, and another figure staggers into the bar. The two are dressed not dissimilarly, but whereas Círdan's raiment is of greens and greys and silvers, the second figure is clothed all in black. Círdan's countenance is noble, and he glows with an inner presence, but the black-clad figure is pale, drawn. He seems blurred around the edges and, perhaps, just slightly transparent.

Círdan holds the door to the bar open whilst the second figure steps back outside. He reappears shortly, leading behind him a large grey horse. It is not coming easily - skittish, eyes rolling. As the black-clad figure drags the animal towards the back door, muttering under his breath, he nods his thanks back to the ship-wright. Círdan smiles and, as the second figure disappears out towards the lake, looks around the bar once more, shrugs, ducks back outside, and closes the door after him*

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{ooc: My squees would be unending, if squeeing wouldn't wake up my parents and make them force me to go to bed. So, *silently squees*}