It was now night and the Inn was full to its brim.
"Popular place this." Said Mylasia playing with the food on her plate.
"Not hungry?" asked Niamh," Nither am I", she said pushing her full plate to the side," I feel like mothers food, I can still remember the taste of hot Roti and Sugar. Ahh, but I suspect we could never find that here."
"No" sighed Mylasia," excuse me, I must take my leave and go upstairs, I will see you in the morning. Dont stay up too late" She added laughing, and Mylasia made her way toward their room.
Niamh sat alone, surveying the hot inn. Elves, men, dwarves and hobbits laughed and sang. Niamh relaxed back in to her chair and took another slow sip of her ale.
Some people were still staring at her and nudging each other. For once she didnt seem to care that much. She sat playing with her hair.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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