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Old 12-07-2002, 12:24 PM   #225
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A lovely poem. thought Pio to herself.

She leaned forward from her seat and caught the eye of a passing server. Another glint of silver, and a whispered request. Then the server turned and eyed the four Elves sitting across room, chatting merrily, unaware they were being observed.

Pio watched as the girl set the chilled, Dorwinion wine on the rough surface of the table before the Elves, and offered to fill the cups she had brought with it. One of the males stayed her hand, drawing her near with a soft, low pitched voice, as he asked a question.

She turned slightly, and pointed across the room. Four sets of eyes turned toward the Elf sitting at ease watching them. A smile creased the corners of her lips, as she raised her tankard to them with a nod of her head.

'It's from her, sir.' said the server. 'She liked the poem.'
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