"Perhaps." he replied quietly. He nodded his head slightly, lifted his cup to meet hers, and a real smile formed for the first time in ages. Pio was certainly resilient. She wasn’t going to give up easily. That was somewhat a comfort to him, knowing that someone cared enough not to give up on him. He looked at her studying her as he had done to many of the patrons. She had a sense of kindness about her, she was kind and firm. Obviously not someone to argue with, not that he had any intentions of arguing with anyone.
“I thank you again,” he said calmly, “for you have treated me well ever since I entered your inn. It is very much appreciated, despite what you may have been led to believe by my somewhat hostile manner.” His laugh was quiet, and had an unused sound to it. Slightly faded, as though it had once been as Pio’s, light and beautiful, but had become diminished over the years.
He began to wonder just how long it would be before questions begun again, but was suddenly pressed to ask,
“Who is she? The one who has just re-entered the inn.” He nodded towards the young Elf who seemed less than innocent. “Although I am not one to question the doings of others I should greatly like to know of her and her purpose.”
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