The pale-faced stranger had also noticed the newcomer. She looked somehow familiar to him, but he couldn't place her in his memory.
He leaned forward, careful not to arouse any unwanted attention (It seemed to him that those avoiding that were many indeed that night!), and overheard the discussion on the table next to him.
"She's running from something", a husky voice said.
"Aren't we all?" he wanted to ask, but saw it better to keep quiet. He turned back to observe the young Elf and met her eyes staring right back at him.
Quickly he turned his eyes away, embarrased. He sipped his beer, trying to stay calm.
Where had he seen that look before? Did he really know her or did she only remind him of somebody else?
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