[Where he can go is, apparently, headlong into Éowyn.]
[She looks the worse for wear. Her shield is gone, her hair tangled, bruises starting along her arms. Her cloak is torn to tatters, and while she's still wearing her armour, it's been pulled out of place: she's not quite as indecent as some of the people around here, but that's definitely more than a hint of nipple.]
[There's also something unsettling in her expression: a different kind of wildness, an emptiness behind it. She could just be in high temper from her work outside the walls, but she isn't. Of course she isn't.]
[If you're thinking at all straight, Kaphlar, now might be the time to pick a different direction to run in. Quickly, because she has long, strong arms, and they're already reaching to pull you in.]
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[She looks the worse for wear. Her shield is gone, her hair tangled, bruises starting along her arms. Her cloak is torn to tatters, and while she's still wearing her armour, it's been pulled out of place: she's not quite as indecent as some of the people around here, but that's definitely more than a hint of nipple.]
[There's also something unsettling in her expression: a different kind of wildness, an emptiness behind it. She could just be in high temper from her work outside the walls, but she isn't. Of course she isn't.]
[If you're thinking at all straight, Kaphlar, now might be the time to pick a different direction to run in. Quickly, because she has long, strong arms, and they're already reaching to pull you in.]