[Sleep, it turns out, is in short supply for many, this night. Amri has lost track of exactly how long she's been sitting up, recounting the events of the day— tumultuous seemed almost too kind a word for them. She'd had little idea of what to expect upon coming to Elpis, with only brief glimpses of Amaurot through its replica to serve as a guide to what she might find in the past. She'd thought she was as prepared as one could be for a journey like this— but she hadn't counted on being met with familiar faces, the complications that the strange sense of sentimentality she felt towards those involved had introduced.
Perhaps she should have.
She doesn't expect the knock that comes at her door, and she tips her head to one side as she narrows her gaze, even as she rises from where she'd been sitting cross-legged on the bed to approach it in stockinged feet. She honestly can't guess which of her 'new' acquaintances might be on the other side, and given the possible exchanges she might have with each of them, she braces herself for the worst as she opens it.
In some small show of fortune, she's greeted by the sight of what might be the most personable man she's ever had occasion to meet.]
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Perhaps she should have.
She doesn't expect the knock that comes at her door, and she tips her head to one side as she narrows her gaze, even as she rises from where she'd been sitting cross-legged on the bed to approach it in stockinged feet. She honestly can't guess which of her 'new' acquaintances might be on the other side, and given the possible exchanges she might have with each of them, she braces herself for the worst as she opens it.
In some small show of fortune, she's greeted by the sight of what might be the most personable man she's ever had occasion to meet.]
Hythlodaeus?