Deorlin continued to smile as the young elf excused herself and made her way to the corner of the tavern. He strode further into the inn, surveying the crowd. It seemed quite packed, with no visible empty tables. So the rider walked on to the bar, where he found an empty stool and caught the innkeeper's attention.
"Good eve, sirrah! The smell of your cookery led me by my nose to your fine establishment. My stomach is growling for some meat and fresh bread. Could you provide such, and a tankard of ale to wash it down?"
[ December 10, 2002: Message edited by: Deorlin ]
[ December 10, 2002: Message edited by: Deorlin ]
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