He sighed gently, looking away, before returning his attention to the second to approach him that evening. A small smile played upon his lips, but did not spread.
"It seems I have been careless,” he said quietly, his gaze shifting to where Piosenniel sat with the newest arrival to the inn.
“I have drawn far too much attention to myself, despite my best efforts to remain unseen. Well,” he said, as if reading her mind with his sharp blue eyes, “I could have rented a room, but it is so long since I have been in the company of others and I wished to remain here to enjoy the pleasure and conversation which is certainly not lacking.”
At this, he looked straight at her and said, “I see that whilst my name remains unknown, people will continue to be curious. Very well.” He rested a hand on the table, as if to reach for the ale she had brought him, but did not, leaving his hand where it was.
“I am Erdaminéon. And now would you care to tell me who you are and what your business is disturbing my peace?” He said this in calm way, and his speech showed that he was not really bothered by the disturbance of his peace. With this last sentence, he fixed her with a piercing stare and sat back to wait for her reply.
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