It was now nearly midnight, well from what Mylasia could tell and just a few people were about the Inn. Her dark eyes strayed across the room to a new face in the Inn. He was a dwarf, he had not been here recently, for otherwise Mylasia would have seen him or at least known his name. She went up to the bar and asked for a drink of water, then she slowly made her way across to where the dwarf was sat.
“Hello, may I sit with you?” she asked politely, smiling. “ My name is Mylasia, and what might yours be?” she said as she sat.
“It is Fili.” he replied.
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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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