Dineniel sat in a corner of the bar room with her hands around a mug of ale, and watched the brawl begin with one of her eyebrows arched in amusment. In a flash, the big man was lying on the floor and the other had stormed out of the Inn.
Hmm...that was interesting she thought. He seemed to be looking for someone. I'm hoping he wasn't the fellow I stole that horse from, but I'm guessing he wasn't looking for me. He certainly didn't have the look of a farmer, anyways. Speaking of the horse, I should be going about now...
She drained her glass and set it lightly down on the table, pulled down her hood and pushed her hair out of her eyes, and stood up. Then she swept out of the bar into the cool night air, heading to where her stolen horse was tethered. Or should have been. Dineniel swore violently at the empty stable and turned on her heel.
[ July 14, 2002: Message edited by: Rosseiliantiel ]
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