Primrose watched Jecht head towards the mystery elf then bump into someone else. Primrose giggled then thought to herself I knew that little chicken could not go see the elf, Primrose laughed again, ]he couldn’t even talk to the girl.
Primrose was about to go see the elf herself until something else more prominent caught her eye.
Some one in the corner covered head to two only showing her two emerald green eyes that seemed to glow in the fire. The character in the corner looked like a women but Primrose wasn’t quite sure, the light in the tavern was horrible to see in. Primrose started to walk toward the corner, the women that sat there started to get up. Primrose followed her upstairs, obviously she did not want to be seen. When the hobbit and the women reached the end of the hall, Primrose said “Stop this instant and tell me who you are, I would like to know why someone as tall as yourself is scared of a little defenseless hobbit like me.
[Oh ya, sorry Jecht bout the chicken thing. I don’t mean any hard feelings]
[ August 11, 2002: Message edited by: Primrose ]
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*Primrose*
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by frost.
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