She smiled at Arman, though her face was still hidden, "What do you serve? Something warm please", she spoke in a fair voice, almost musical. She looked around and sat at a nearby table. It had been years since she had been in these parts, and everything had changed.
She looked over at the elf who was shouting at Nahai. There were argument everywhere it seemed, in these days.
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My name is Lalaith, i am an Elven exile, living with the Dunedain of the North. I can disapeare for days at a time so be warned. I appeare when and if i chose.
I amar prestar aen, Han mathon ne nen, Han mathon ne chae, A han noston ned wilith.
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