Reighn sat in a darkened corner of The Prancing Pony, watching the door as patrons came in and out of the inn. The inkeeper, Butterbur, was not exactly sure how to treat this gray-clad rider, who, by no means, had just walked in two nights before and gotten a room. She had taken to watching the door from that corner every night as if waiting for someone to arrive. And arrive they did.
In the form of a small human woman, and two Hobbits. Butterbur immediately recognized them, Frodo Baggins and Peregrin Took were two Hobbits that legends had been made of. They were heros, and they looked rather nervous. The woman in the corner sat a little straighter as the trio was seated and meals were placed before them. The woman stood, emerging from the shadows to shock the innkeeper. SHe wasn't wearing her cloak like she had every other night, her long, wine-red hair was bound back, and a gold circlet adorner her head. A mithril blade rested at her hip, and the expression of calm watchfulness would make even the toughest bandit think twice before attacking her.
She moved across the room and stood before the table occupied by the Hobbits and Human, and they spoke in low tones. Butterbur moved closer in order to hear...
"Who are you?" Pippin questioned.
"I am Reighn O'Haire," the tall woman replied "I am to escort you to Minas Tirith."
Gwen looked shocked "But you said - "
Reighn set her glare on Gwen, telling her silently to shut up "I will take you that far, then you are to remain there."
"What?!" Frodo eclaimed "I'm going to the Gray Havens in order to Sail to Valinor."
"No, you aren't Mr. Baggins." Reighn retorted immediately "You will not poison those lands with the evil that has scarred your soul. I will not allow you to go there until your soul has been cleansed, and that may never be."
"Cleansed?" Pippin asked.
"Aye." Reighn replied, narrowing her eyes and speaking ominously, making the word sound extreemly painful "Cleansed."