The Elf sat still for a second, furious with himself. Someone he could have shared his past with, and he'd pushed her away. Well he thought, some things never change. I'll never be able to speak freely. Sighing, he drank more of the ale and sank deeper into his thoughts, becoming increasingly troubled. He mused over the idea of calling Pio back, but soon dismissed it. His eyes wandered over the plate, but his appetite was even smaller than usual.
He finished the ale, but didn’t call for more. Instead he replaced his hood so it covered his face and wondered if he was strong enough to leave now. No. He needed rest. He would have to ignore that unwelcome feeling that had come over him since Pio’s departure and stay until, until he was ready to leave. So as to bring less attention to himself, he slunk further into the darkness of the corner, hoping to soon be forgotten by those who had seen him enter.
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