Herlion still sat slumped at the bar, staring down at the countertop, wondering what the best way to fall asleep would be, when he was startled out of his rather pessimistic thoughts about hangovers by a female voice. "Forgive my asking," it said softly, "but my companions and I could not help noticing you were alone and in need of company. Would you care to join us at our table? My name is Neisa, and I come from Edoras. Would you be so kind as to tell me what they call you?"
For a moment Herlion was a bit rattled at the idea of somebody speaking to him, and he turned what must have been a wonderful deep shade of red, then answered,: "I... my name is Herlion, Lady Neisa, and I came here also from Rohan. I live rather far from Edoras, though I come there often, but I have never seen you before. And I would love to join you and your companions, as I have been bored nearly out of my wits, and until now have been resorting to alcohol, which is never a wise idea."
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