Ten years ago, the beautiful Morwen appeared in Maethelburg , and since then the town has never been quite the same. A score of men have been captivated by her stunning figure, shining dark eyes, and clever wit, but Morwen has spurned them all, leaving a trail of ugly rumors generated by rejected suitors. No one knows anything certain of her origins, but it is believed that the Dúnadan lady came over the mountains from Eriador seeking to distance herself from some family trouble. Some less charitable voices whisper that she has dealings with the Witch-king, and is a witch herself. Nothing could be less true, but Morwen does not trouble to dispel the rumors, which offer good cover. In fact, she is an agent of the King of Arthedain, his best spy in the Anduin Vales, whose duty is to watch An