Noticing Larefile walk into the inn, Annalaliath flipped to a new page and started to draw a portrate of the interesting elfe. her eyes alternated betweeen the charcoal on the page to Larfile sitting at his table talking to the small hobbit. She was intent on the wonderfull drawing.
Now and again she would stop and take a sip of the ale, that lay seemingly forgotten at her side, leaving black smudges of fingerprints on the tankard. she continued to draw. But still she thaught.
[ April 08, 2003: Message edited by: Annalaliath ]
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