Valeria takes quiet note of the hooded woman in the corner. She recalls the woman brushing past her as she went to the bar for a fresh pitcher. When asked, the woman had muttered that her name was Aireruthiel, or something like that...
Valeria pours herself a drink from the pitcher and leans back against the bar. She seems awfully familiar...Valeria shrugs and shakes her head. She takes a drink of her ale, relaxing to the sounds of patrons' songs, tales and the sounds of Amron still swearing and scrubbing dishes in the kitchen.
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Ónen i-Estel edain, ú-chebin estel anim.
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