Enessar sat with his ale in the inn, hoping that his brother would pass him by. When the time was ripe, he would avenge his father.
Tales whipered around him as he fought to stay conscious. He heard a faint "...and then we came here to find rest and adventure..." "...and, if you don't like it I'll..."
If he had really cared he could be the center of all attention, being one of the first Firstborn. But, doing so would reveal him to his brother, and he did not want to confront him now.
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