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This was not going to be even as relatively easy as he had hoped, Náin realised, as Saeryn departed swiftly from view, the perhaps bewildered Trystan in tow.
So. Degas was currently engaged in bidding Lady Linduial farewell. Having arrived at the Hall only just in time to see Degas depart for Dol Amroth, Náin was entirely unfamiliar with the young man, save for their confrontation in Eodwine's chamber. And, come to think of it, the few words exchanged on the matter of Saeryn becoming Lady of the Mead Hall during the Court the previous day.
In essence, then, Degas was probably not going to welcome another encounter with Náin. Well, no one ever said that apologizing was easy. In fact, Náin was becoming distinctly sympathetic with Thorin II's stubborn refusal to allow the Elvenking or Bard any compromise in the matter of his treasure. It was, by and large, a whole lot easier to starve.
But, having made up his mind, there was nothing to do but go and wait Degas out. In theory, Náin could have gone after Saeryn and apologised to HER, first, but that seemed rather inappropriate at the moment, having just been on the end of a rather sorry encounter with her, and if she was still with Trystan...
There was Eodwine too, but Náin had privately made up his mind to leave the Eorl for last- if only because he was likely to be easier to find alone and unbusy come evening.
Still mulling things over, Náin came down to the stables, and heard Eodwine's voice speaking to Linduial in the courtyard. He sat down cross-legged on the floor of the stable and waited. As soon as Linduial had departed, he would accost Degas, and apologize.
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