[ Maglor comes up even as she arrives. Unlike the lockets, where he dressed discretely and used elven magic to blur his face (none of the listeners will be able to clearly say, if asked, what the bard in the corner looked like), he dresses today to fit his (her) station. Hair braided neatly into his House pattern and colours - red and silver and gold in small beads and gems, a single dark blue ribbon. He is wearing a fine dark blue cotton surcoat over a white tunic, the dark cloak carefully washed and pinned with a silver eight-rayed star. If she looks closely, the star is picked out in delicate embroidery on the surcoat, also. There is no sign of Muscovy, but he brought his own harp in a oilskin bag.
Seeing her he smiles and coming before her bows formally, hand over heart. ]
Lady Keeper! Well met, Lady Stark - as my folk would say - 'elen sila lumenn' omentielvo' - a star shines on the hour of our meeting.
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Seeing her he smiles and coming before her bows formally, hand over heart. ]
Lady Keeper! Well met, Lady Stark - as my folk would say - 'elen sila lumenn' omentielvo' - a star shines on the hour of our meeting.