Parin had taken to her duties with a vivacious energy that reflected well upon her character and brought a handsome color to her face. Dwarin nodded with grim satisfaction at the sight, and asked her to make a round of the room to make sure his patrons were at their ease and equipped with their favored beverage.
She strode across the room and with purpose, an easy grace governing her movements (where usually she was clumsy and hesitant) in her mission of hospitality. But as she passed by the newcommer of the raven hair and keen glance, Parin stopped short as the sharp eye caught her own. The she-dwarf's deep brown eyes widened at the realization that the woman, whose travel-stained exterior and starry brooch spoke of volumes of experience, was beckoning her.
"A bottle of chilled wine, Dorwinian, if you can discover it's hiding place, for the elven quartet, if you please, my lass," the lady entoned in a rich voice.
Parin looked over her shoulder at gathered elven folk and set off at once with a "Yes, milady," croaked back to the woman who had made the request.
Why do I always loose my composure when there are adventurers about? They are exactly the kind of people I need to aid me...
She tripped back into the room, with the sought-after wine (Dwarin's stores were really rather good, she hadn't had to look long) hands trembling with the bottle and cups she quakingly set before the elves, aware all the while of the scrutiny of the mysterious traveller. Nearly knocking over the cups she filled, Parin served the chilled wine.
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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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Parin half ran back into the kitchen to avoid the hauntingly grey eyes of the woman when she had finished with the elves.
"What are you doing here?" Dwarin reproached her. "The company needs serving!"
Parin mouthed a response as the dark-haired lady moved to the bar.
"Alright, I've got it," he growled into her silence.
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