The elf Varda stood in the quiet Inn, renowned for stories. She greeted Dwarin cordially, and ordered some ale. Leaning against the smooth wood of the bar, she surveyed the room. It was relatively quiet as yet, although she had greatly enjoyed Mithadan’s tale. She anticipated good stories to be told, and taking her ale, settled down in a seat to wait, and to watch.
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