Inn

[Morhin]

"One must earn my respect. I don't care if their a king or a god. I give honor only to those who have earned it. You would do well to watch you own tongue." Rawhide set aside his pipe and stood up. Though he towered above Ah'mal in height, but Rawhide knew that this man was much more than he seemed. "Perhaps I should come with you my Queen." He said to Morwen, but without taking his eyes off Ah'mal. "Just untill your sure he can be trusted."

[Morwen]

Morwen chuckled. "Ah'mel may I present Commander Rawhide; my co-ruler." She liked Ah'mel already. She felt that unlike others she'd met, and duly punished, he did have respect for them. "Rawhide commands the armies as i command my spies, though i think his are a more valubel commodity."

[Cyrith]

Cyrith leaned back in her chair and faced the wall. She then sensed a pair on eyes looking her way. At the corner of her eye, she saw that it was the newcomer that was looking at her. She didn't like when men looked at her. It always meant trouble. If she wasn't looking for trouble, it was looking for her. Reason why her sword never left her side. Tightening the grip on her weapon, Cyrith turned her head slightly and gave the man a glare, he turned away at that point. He didn't appear to be a stranger at the Inn since he began making conversation with others. She turned her attention back to the wall, paying no mind to anyone else around her.

[Morhin]

"I am mearly your sword, my Queen." Rawhide said. "Polotics are far more dangerous than the battle field. That is why I leave them to you." He knowtest the women with the sword again sitting in the corner. He excused himself and made his way over towards the table. Though he could tell by the glare she had given him that she wanted to be left alone, Rawhide was too cureous to take the hint. When he reached the table, Rawhide removed his own sword and layed it beside hers in a gester of peace. "Forgive me for intruding, but I could not help but knowtest your sword. I am somewhat of a colector and am always intreged by a new sword. May I examine yours?"

[Morwen]

Morwen chuckled at his words at led Ah'mel out of the inn, glad Rawhide was speaking to the strange girl.

(Ah'mel post in Ah'mels rooms)

[Cyrith]

Cyrith sighed as the man made his way towards her. Company was the last thing she needed or wanted. She wondered what he could possibly want. She kept a close eye on him, watching his every move.
She took a careful notice when he laid his own sword across the table. The gesture seemed innocent enough, but it also can be misleading. In any case, she had other ways to defend herself. Cyrith cocked an eyebrow hearing the man say he was a collecter. She didn't really believe it. She was surprised at his request to look at her sword.
With a hand still on it, she looked down at it as though she was taking her time to decide whether to let him or not. Finally, Cyrith looked the man straight in the eyes and replied in a firm but cold tone, "Fine, you may look, but you shall only look with your eyes. No one and I mean no one, touches my blade." Her sword had personal value to her. She never let her own brother touch it and she sure wasn't going to let this man lay a finger on it. "Is that understood?" she asked and awaited his answer.

(Btw, -->this is her sword<--)

[Morhin]

Rawhide could tell by her cold tone that she didn't trust him at all. Good, he thought to himself, She dosen't trust those who haven't earned it. I respect that. Rawhide nodded and said, "I understand." He studyed the weapon closly, taking in every detail, every scrach, and every mark on both the blade and the scabered. But he was also taking note on how she drew the sword from it's house, how she held the blade, and weather her eyes were on the sword, or the man inspecting it. Rawhide smiled to himself. This women was a fighter. Despite how fast he was with a blade, He knew that she could, and probably would, run him through before his fingers even touched his own weapon. "A very interesting blade you have." Rawhide said after a moment. "I must admit that I do not reconize the style. Who was it's maker and how did you come by such a weapon as this?"

[Cyrith]

Cyrith slowly lifted her hand from sword's hilt, granting the man's permission to study her blade. She watched his he looked at the sword, taking in it's every feature. Her eyes never left him. Cyrith smiled one of her infamous proud and arrogant smiles, seeing that the man seemed fascinated by her sword. But the smile quickly faded when questioned her on where she acquired the blade.
"That, I cannot tell you," Cyrith said. "For I do not know who it's maker is. The sword was a gift from my brother, whom had it forged for me. I had never questioned where and who had made it."

[Morhin]

Rawhide smiled, "It is indeed a fine weapon." His eyes moved from the sword to her. He looked her up and down in a glance and mentaly sighed in relief. There was no mark of the Tatteyen apond her that he could see. Good Rawhde thought to himself, It would have been just my luck to run into another one of those bloody Tatteyen. But if the woman was not one of the Tatteyen, who was she? He was still cureous as to who this woman was. Extending his hand to her, he said, "I'm called Rawhide. I serve the Queen of Rhun as one of her.... Commanders." He didn't want to say that he was The Commander for fear of scaring her away. "What is your name?"

[Cyrith]

"Thank you," Cyrith said proudly. She didn't need anyone telling her that. She knew it was a fine weapon. Only her brother knew best. She noticed that the man appeared to be looking her up and down and it was starting to make her mad. What the hell is he looking at? Cyrith questioned in anger to herself. She leaned back and stared at the man for a mere second when he suddenly itroduced himself to her so openly. A server of the Queen? For reason unknown, she looked around the room and then looked at the man's extended hand. Maybe, just maybe, being a server of the Queen, this man couldn't be like most men. One whom served royality liked to try and keep a great reputation. At least in opinion, really. But it wouldn't stop her from watching her back. Finally, she gave in and extended her own hand in return. "Cyrith."

(Tatteyen?)

[Morhin]

Rawhide smiled as the woman shook his hand and revield her name. "Cyrith. A very lovely name. It sounds like a Haradrim name. Are you from Harad?" He asked politly. He didn't want to interagate the woman, but he was genuenly coureous about her. Rawhide had few people he accualy called freinds. As Commander of Rhun, he didn't allow himself a lot of time to make freinds. Which was fine with him. But every now and then he did like to have casual conversation and learn about people. Rawhide sat down and said, "Perhaps we can exchange questions. Do you want to know something about Rhun? or our you just passing through?"

(Tatteyen, or the Tatoo of the Eye is a group in Rhun. Rawhide had a tangle with one of their leaders when he first came to Rhun. A nasty bunch that use to rule Rhun acually. You can learn more about them unter the Tatoo of the Eye thread.)

[Cyrith]

Cyrith nodded. "Near Harad actually," she said. She began to see the curiosity in his face. She didn't know why he was curious about her. There wasn't much to say, more or less wanted to say. She thought that maybe he was bored or something. Cyrith took a moment think about about Rawhide's question. Honestly, she wasn't all that sure. She shrugged.
"Passing through? No, not really," she replied. "Do I want to know something? I don't know. Rhûn just happened to be the land I arrived in when I was able to get out of Near Harad and I just happened to stay."

(Ah, okay, I know what you're talking about. I did see the thread, it's just the word Tatteyen confused me and I wasn't fully sure if that's what you were talking so I had to ask.)

[Morhin]

Rawhide nodded and said, "Sounds rather simaler to when I first came to Rhun." He said as he looked out the window, the memories of that first day in the capitial of Rhun coming to mind. "I was running from my homeland, trying to find a place where I would be accepted." Rawhide studied her for a moment then said, "Please tell me if I'm wrong, but I think I have a pretty good idea of who you are. You are from Near Harad, that much you've told me. Your family are eather mersenaries or royalty, otherwise you woundn't have such a unique weapon, unless it was stolen." Rawhide raised his hands and hastily said, "I am not calling you a theif. I am only giving my guess as to what I have observed. I also think that you are running from something, or someone." Rawhide raised an eyebrow and asked, "How close am I to guessing correctly?"

[Cyrith]

"I assure you, it is not stolen!" Cyrith hissed. "Like I had told you before, it was a gift. It was crafted for me personally, I know this," she added. "And you could not be more wrong with your guess."
Cyrith rested her arms on the table, crossing them. "I did not come here to be accepted. I came here to start a new life. I am an orphan. My father was slain before and I was born and my died giving birth to me. Whoever my family was, I would not know. I will just say that life growing up for me was really harsh. Do not question me about it because I will not tell you."

[Morhin]

Rawhide layed his hands flat on the table and meet Cyrith's hard eyes. Slowly, for it pained him to say them, Rawhide spoke, "I understand you more than you think. I want you to look closely at my ears." He moved his hair out of the way with his hand and reveild a very pointy ear. "An elf woman was attacked and raped by Easterling bandits. The elf became pregnant and gave birth to a child so unlike the elves that they named him Morihelin, which means 'dark child'. The child grew up where in a place where everything was so fair that, because of his name, he left to find a place where he could go and not feel ashamed and start a new life. He changed his name and went to Rhun. He spent 20 years in Rhun, searching for the man that caused his acursed exsistance. I finaly found him." Rawhide reached for his belt and pulled out a long, black bull-whip, which he layed on the table. "I found him." He repeated. Rawhide stared at the bull-whip and finaly returned it to his belt. He looked back at Cyrith and said, "Life is very hard and crule. And only those with the strenght to fight live." He paused a moment then asked, "What do you plan to do with your new life in Rhun?"