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Orual · 12-25-2002, 07:58 PM

The door creaked open, letting in a breeze as well as a newcomer. She stepped in, tapping the toes of her heavy boots to knock off some of the larger chunks of dirt that clung to them. After closing the door, she threw back the hood of her green cloak and gazed around the room with her sharp green eyes. Suddenly she smiled, with a warmth and humour emenating from that expression belied by the long sword that hung at her side.

"An ale, if you'd be so kind, mistress!" she called to Cami in a cheerful voice. "For a weary traveller."

The innkeeper looked at her, a little amused. "Have you come of age to have one yet, young miss?" she asked.

The newcomer laughed. Indeed, her short, dark red hair framed a round face suggesting an age of no more than twenty and in all probability less. "Yes, mistress, I have," she said, and took a seat. "Talmérië is my name, but it is long, so most call me Rie. I am a daughter of the Rangers--perhaps some of you know my father, Almarien?" She looked around the room, and saw a few heads nod. "I've travelled here to come into my own, seeking adventure and good people. I've found the latter, to be certain: may these fair lands last forever!" she cried, and took a deep drink. "But as for now, now that I've quenched my thirst--and a finer ale I've never tasted, master!--I'd not deny a good tale and good friends, for I've travelled many a mile." With that, Talmérië raised her mug again and took a seat further back, closer to the fire, and looked around for a willing victim to listen to her own tales.

[ December 28, 2002: Message edited by: Orual ]

12-25-2002, 07:58 PM	#420
Orual Speaker of the Dead Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Superbia Posts: 868	The door creaked open, letting in a breeze as well as a newcomer. She stepped in, tapping the toes of her heavy boots to knock off some of the larger chunks of dirt that clung to them. After closing the door, she threw back the hood of her green cloak and gazed around the room with her sharp green eyes. Suddenly she smiled, with a warmth and humour emenating from that expression belied by the long sword that hung at her side. "An ale, if you'd be so kind, mistress!" she called to Cami in a cheerful voice. "For a weary traveller." The innkeeper looked at her, a little amused. "Have you come of age to have one yet, young miss?" she asked. The newcomer laughed. Indeed, her short, dark red hair framed a round face suggesting an age of no more than twenty and in all probability less. "Yes, mistress, I have," she said, and took a seat. "Talmérië is my name, but it is long, so most call me Rie. I am a daughter of the Rangers--perhaps some of you know my father, Almarien?" She looked around the room, and saw a few heads nod. "I've travelled here to come into my own, seeking adventure and good people. I've found the latter, to be certain: may these fair lands last forever!" she cried, and took a deep drink. "But as for now, now that I've quenched my thirst--and a finer ale I've never tasted, master!--I'd not deny a good tale and good friends, for I've travelled many a mile." With that, Talmérië raised her mug again and took a seat further back, closer to the fire, and looked around for a willing victim to listen to her own tales. [ December 28, 2002: Message edited by: Orual ] __________________ "Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"