The door to the inn once more opened, letting in a weary traveller. His dark cloak and tunic of the same colour, a twilight blue. His hair dark like the night and his skin was fair but for a faint tan lingering.
The stranger gazed about the room as if looking for something, as if that was all he had ever done. His eyes came to rest on two maidens sitting at a corner table by the fire. One of them caught his attention. Could it be? She was glowing! Faintly, yes, some of the light obviously obscured by the light of the flickering fire but it was no mistake, she was glowing. A white light surrounded her. It was obvious to him that this maiden was, although she looked like it, no ordinary elven maid.
The stranger headed for the bar. It was worth finding out more before he approached her.
A man stood at the bar, talking to the inn keeper. He kept glancing over to the table where the maidens sat, did he know them? With three drinks before him, the stranger thought so.
"Good sir, pray tell me do you know the two maidens yonder?" the stranger inquired tapping the man on the shoulder.
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