Fawain had spent most of the previous night with the delightfully cheerful Hapman and the Mysterious Lailith, Sharing tales and fine wines. She had went to bed more than a little tipsy and this morning she was paying the price, with a massive hangover.
She slowly made her way down stairs, "Mornin' Aman can I have a strong black coffee please" she ask groggily. Looking about she saw that Hapman and Lailath where already up. She waved to them, smiling weakly.
Suddenly the events of the previous night came flooding back to her, she had told them about being a Ranger of Ithilien and that she was here to meet with her friends Lóthaniel and Léspheria Denfëa the twins of Rivendell. She couldn't believe she had drink so much wine and that she had been so open with complete strangers, but with one look at Hapman she realised that his cheery demeanour had made her totally relaxed.
"A good night then" Aman laughed as she handed Fawain her coffee,"yes very" she smiled sipping at her hot drink.
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"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live" ~ Mark Twain.
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