The stranger drank deeply of the ale, ignoring the food that had been set in front of him. He was aware of the presence of the Elf, and he looked away. It had been so long since he'd spoken with anyone and he felt awkward, wary almost. Who could he trust?
'Thank you,' he said at last.
He sat back in his chair and surveyed the one who sat before him. Looking around as though to check who was watching, he slowly removed the hood which hid his face. The fair hair was dusty and lust less. His face looked weary and tired from long, restless travel. However, despite the rest of his appearance, his clear blue eyes shone in his face as if he were upon the brink of a journey, rather than tiring from one he had been long upon.
‘My name,’ he begun ‘is not of importance. And nor is my purpose. I will not trouble you with stories of the past, nor predictions of the future. I will simply tell you that I am weary from the road and while I rest here, your kindness is much comfort to me.’
He closed his eyes, and drank again.
‘There is no one I can trust anymore. I cannot tell you anymore, although I don’t want you to feel cheated of your story. Tell me, what are you now thinking?’
[ December 23, 2002: Message edited by: Dark Shadow ]
[ December 23, 2002: Message edited by: Dark Shadow ]
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