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"I do not know much of mortal need and happiness, now I understand"
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Do you? The weathered main thought with some bitterness, then quickly pushed the thought from his mind. She had touched a nerve without perhaps knowing it, but it was no fault of hers. Besides, apart from an occasional chat with a Ranger this was the longest conversation he had had in nearly a year. He nodded in agreement to her statement about troubled men and again fell into silence as she picked up several papers and threw them into the fire. He briefly glanced up to notice whom he assumed to be the Innkeeper looking in his direction. Hopefuly she did not regard him as a threat.
Who am I kidding? he thought to himself in sudden black mirth as he looked around at the other patrons. She nodded towards him and he gave a rather weak attempt at a smile in return. He accepted the wine & pipeweed from the server who had just approached him with thanks. He typically preferred his own leaf but saw no need to kick an apparent act of kindness in the teeth. The wine was a welcome change however.
After a time the elf lady spoke again.
When he replied it was in his typical manner.
"You may call me Awyrgan"
It was the name he had chosen for himself and the one he gave in the few situations it was required of him. He unconciously brought a hand up to his face, touching the strange scar. In doing so his cloak shifted, revealing a sword. The moment passed & he pulled his garmet back around himself, covering the glint of steel.
[ January 06, 2003: Message edited by: Carrūn ]