Reynion paid no attention to the dwarven woman; the Innkeeper (Innkeepers?) seemed to have everything well in hand. It was rather interesting watching the two of them, but Taurewen was more so. Much more so, in fact.
"Now, where were we?" he mused aloud. That dwarf had interrupted them rather well, but it had given him a chance to gather his thoughts. "Oh, yes, you were asking about what I was doing. And the answer is very simple. I did nothing. I didn't even get drunk, much to my own surprise." What had been more surprising was that he hadn't felt the need to get drunk. "It's amazing how much clearer my mind is when I'm not suffering from a hangover..."
Taurewen smiled, but he got the feeling that she didn't like him talking about his habit. Which was in no way surprising, considering how she'd found him. It still embarrassed him that his first meeting with her in--well, he'd not been counting the years, but in a very, very long time--he was hung-over. It was hardly a flattering position in which to be, though he was actually rather used to it.
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