[Mithadan]

Lasgalen was an inn housed in a two story building crafted of white stone. Outside its door stood large planters in which white and blue flowers grew. As he approached the air became filled with the scent of fresh baked bread and spiced meats. He slipped through the open door and looked about at a common room lit by hanging lanterns and cnadles atop the several tables. Brightly coloured tapestries decorated the walls.

Several elves and a number of men filled the tables and the quiet murmur of conversation barely obscured the sound of someone playing a harp. He made his way to the bar and chose a seat from which he could see the entire room. He ordered a cup of chilled wine as he discreetly examined the faces of those at the tables.

He had nearly finished his wine when Khelek entered the room. Their eyes met and the Elf appeared to consider leaving for a moment. Then he shrugged and approached Mithadan at the bar.

"Well met," said Mithadan. "Perhaps you might join me for some quiet conversation?" Somehow, his voice made the polite request seem like a demand.