The Sea Dunes Inn and Tavern

[Vilik]

Vilik grinned when Idrial thanked him. "What is this? You're actually admitting that you needed some help?! Well, you're welcome, think nothing of it. I wouldn't worry to much about the others. The elf fellow seemed confident enough that he could have taken that whole garrison on by himself. They'll be fine. Besides, if they come back what do we do? Return to Gondor with them? Think they'd share the glory with us? I doubt it." He took a bite of his fish and washed it down with a swig of ale. "Besides, your mood is much more tolerable when 'Thorongil' is not around."

[Idrial]

Idrial gave a nod and laughed at his last statement. "I suppose you are right in that respect." She ate for a while in silence, taking small bites of her food at a time before finally leaning her head against the window. "I apologize, but I can eat no more." She cast her gaze to the table, slightly embarassed by her small appetite. She hated to order food and then leave some of it. A chilly breeze blew through the placed, and she instinctively rubbed her arms. She glanced around to see what had caused the chill and realized that the door and a few windows were open. Oh well, no harm came from a little fresh air.

[Vilik]

Vilik finished the last of his fish and downed the last of his ale. He glanced out the window, the sun had alread set, but it was still early in the evening. "You want to go have a look around this town? The markets in these coastal towns stay open late and they're known to have all sorts of intresting things for sale. Practically everything thats ever been pillaged by pirates ends up for sale with the street vendors in the towns along the coast."

[Idrial]

Idrial nodded, leaning back in her chair and brushing her hair back over her shoulders. "Sure," she said with a simple smile. "Just let me run up and fetch my..." Idrial was about to say 'cloak.' But she hadn't been given one by whomever had supplied their garments. "Oh," she finally said, "I do not have anything to keep the night air from chilling me. Do you suppose there is something up in the room that will suffice." Not that she couldn't withstand the coolness...but after being in Gurherdir's fortress...she was tired of the cold.

[Vilik]

Vilik smirked, "Other than my dirty towel, the curtains and bed linens, I don't think there is much to choose from." He dropped a pair of coins down on the table and dangled the pouch of gold in the air for a second. "I suppose we'll just have Marcus buy you a cloak or somthing." He stood and offered her a hand getting up.

[Idrial]

Idrial took his offered hand, allowing him to help her up from the table. She looked up at him in surprise. "You would do that?" She was startled by the proposition of actually buying something. As far as she could remember, she'd never had anything that was honestly and truly hers. Except for the necklace her mother had given her long ago. "You would waste that money on me?" The maiden folded her arms, slight disbelief writting upon her features.

[Vilik]

"Do you consider yourself that big of a watse?" He remarked as he ushered her out the door into the street. They walked down the street a bit, skipping a few stands untill they came to a merchant peddling 'fine women's clothing.' Vilik laughed, "Have a look, pick what you like." The shop lady jumped to her feet when she realized there would be money spent and the old lady started railing on about the fashions from around Middle Earth. Vilik just laughed and browsed through things while Idrial looked for what she wanted.

[Idrial]

Idrial's head spun at the fast speaking of the small woman. So many cloths and garments were shoved into her hands, she could never have remembered with piece went with which story. She smiled politely and laid the pile aside, picking up a simple cloak of dark green that would keep her warm when the night grew cold. "Here." She said to Vilik, handing him the item as she finished browsing. Idrial would keep her purchase simple...after all, she only wanted to be warm, not fancy. She pushed her hair out of her face, glancing toward the woman once more with a smile. "Thank you." She said to her.

[Vilik]

Vilik paid the woman and drapped the cloak over Idrials shoulders. "There, I hope that warms you up a bit." He said grinning as they walked further down the street. They browsed through vendors selling all sorts of things, jewlry, weapons, armor. Each and every piece, no matter how ordinary had some elaborate tale to go along with it that was somehow supposed to explain why the item was so expensive. Vilik browsed disinterested in most things untill he came to a man selling boots. He looked down at his old pair and noted the hole exposing his little toe. He kicked them off and tried on a couple new pair, untill he found a pair that fit right. He paid the man his pair and looked down at Idrial's feet. He slapped payment for another pair down, remarking to her "If you're gonna be traveling, you've got to keep in good boots." He motioned for her to pick a pair as he walked around getting used to the feel of his own new boots.

[Idrial]

Idrial pulled the garment tighter about her shoulders, before loosing her hair from beneath it. She found it quite amusing to listen to the shopkeepers tell their tales and attempt to sell them many items that they would never use...much less need. She stopped as Vilik bought himself some boots, but when he slapped down payment for a pair for her, she shook her head. "Nay," she said, snatching the money from the table before the shopkeeper had a chance to stash it away, "the boots I have will suffice. They have quite a bit more wear in them." She caught up with Vilik and pushed the coins back into his hand. "You need not spend any more on me." Her boots were not all that old anyway. In fact, she'd gotten them during their last stay at the inn. They'd simply been sitting in the hallway...not being used. "I am thankful enough for this," she said, motioning toward the garment about her shoulders.

[Vilik]

He shrugged and stuck the money back in his pocket. "Suit yourself." Vilik browsed around the tables for a while longer before losing interest in the various stories and what not. He glanced to Idrial as they walked along, "So, what now?"

[Idrial]

Idrial glanced up and gave a shrug, along with a grin. "Well, we could always go back inside and sleep again. But then, I have a feeling you are not as tired as I, or you would have already suggested that. So I suppose I can put off my slumber for a while longer..." Her brown eyes scanned the roadsides as they walked along through the town. "Aside from walking, I can think of not much else to do..." Her sentence was cut short as she thought she caught a glimpse of a Gondorian guard uniform. Her posture tensed for but a moment, before the figured revealed itself as merely a fisherman. All this talk of Aragorn and Gondor had her on edge.

[Vilik]

Vilik stopped, ready to turn back to the inn if that was her wish. "Oh, I'm sorry. It is getting late isn't it. We can head back now if you wish." He grinned, "The only thing down this road are the docks, not much to see at night."

[Idrial]

Idrial glanced back toward him when she realized he'd stopped, and shook her head. "You know...this may sound strange, but I'm getting tired of sleeping. I want to be out and about for a while in without having to watch for haradrim soldiers before I finally turn in." She sighed. "Though we can't really see the boats in the dark." Her eyes scanned the streets once more, searching for something else to do when a tall man bumped into her as he passed. Idrial jumped and whirled about, but he was already walking away...apparently he did not know her. She turned back to Vilik. "You've got me jumping out of my skin with all this talk about Gondor and its 'guards.'" She combed a hand through her hair, scooping it back from her face.

[Vilik]

Vilik turned, cursing the man as he told him to watch his step. He laughed, "Haradrim havn't any manners do they?" He grinned at the look on her face, "I doubt you need worry of Gondorian guards here..." He shook his head and laughed, "But, then again, stranger things have happened. Bumping into the King of Gondor in the middle of the Harad desert for one. I guess nothing would suprise me now." They continued walking and before long they reached the docks. The moon was bright and shilouetted the masts of the boats as they rocked gently in the cool sea breeze.