“I’m looking for a girl.”
That’s how it always starts. Many men laugh, others nod in agreement. A few have tried to sell me one, but that is not what I mean. I am looking for a particular girl. I … don’t know why. I remember being told that I must find her, and that she is dangerous, more to others then myself. I know she has matted red hair and a white dress. I don’t know what I will do with her when I find her, if she’ll get the crossbow or the flask, but I know that I cannot rest until she does.
My name is Arthendain, and I’m looking for a girl.
That’s how it always starts. Many men laugh, others nod in agreement. A few have tried to sell me one, but that is not what I mean. I am looking for a particular girl. I … don’t know why. I remember being told that I must find her, and that she is dangerous, more to others then myself. I know she has matted red hair and a white dress. I don’t know what I will do with her when I find her, if she’ll get the crossbow or the flask, but I know that I cannot rest until she does.
My name is Arthendain, and I’m looking for a girl.