Hithmir blinked in surprise and nearly dropped his glass. "Piosenniel?" he asked. "Did you say Piosenniel?"
"That is my name," said the Elf with a curious smile.
"Why then, it is you I seek!" he cried. He stood, opened his satchel and began rummaging through it. "Now, where is it?" he muttered. "Ah, here. Two parcels for the Lady Piosenniel. Now, please sign here..."
Piosenniel went to the bar and found a quill and an inkwell. Returning to the Man's table, she signed a piece of paper with a flourish. "And here you are," said Hithmir. He handed over a sealed envelope and a small package which jingled promisingly. "Now, I could use a room for the night," he continued. "I may stick around for a bit and seek out some adventure before I return to the South..."
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