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[menelluin]

[The woman who appears on the locket would be a sight to behold -- if perhaps her hair were not in disarray or the dirt smudged on her face. Her expression is held tightly and deliberately; there's a sense that, if she let her emotion go, she might fall into something that she cannot come back from, not easily.]

I do not know who is listening. [There's a sense that she honestly does not care, not now.] I have but one question and I will have my answer. [Idril's voice is shaking, threatening to crack but there is a power behind it.]

Where is my son?

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[Action]

[menelluin]

[Right now, it would be stranger to her is he was not wearing a weapon; her gaze falls upon the sword, taking it in, and then moving on to look upon his face. Idril is obviously tense, standing in shadow and watching the corridor vigilantly. Her clothes and hair are in disarray, her mouth set into a thin line, her expression troubled and bordering on despair.

She would not call herself lovely in this state.]

Please call me Idril.

[Action]

[vanyel_ashkevron]

[Vanyel Projects a sense of calm to her, holding out his empty hands. Yes, he is armed, but it's not meant for her; it's not meant to frighten her. He would rather do the opposite for her - if she will let him. She certainly looks like someone who needs protection.

And comfort.]

Then feel free to call me Vanyel.

[Action]

[menelluin]

[A deep breath and she draws herself up. There are tearstains on her cheeks, dirt smudged just about everywhere.]

Vanyel, then. Thank you for coming.