Niniel couldn't find Dynaviir; maybe he was hiding. She walked slowly back into the Inn and sighed when she saw that Soronume seemed to have disappeared as well. The table where the group had been sitting was now occupied by an old hobbit, who she could hear muttering about Big Folk in something of an unfavorable light. She avoided that table, preferring not to approach anyone who disliked her kind. He would be more likely to judge her on her stutter than the others.
She looked around, and caught the tail end of a tale told by a clear elvish voice. Something about an Orc or some other dark servant of Sauron setting up his own empire. It sounded interesting and she slipped over to the table where the tale-teller sat with two others.
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