Niniel awoke, embarrassed to realize that she'd dozed off outside the Inn and it was now morning. She stretched a little, then stood and reentered the Inn. The table at which she'd been sitting the day before had almost emptied. Elwen and Dorelnar were still there, but Soronume and (for which she was somewhat grateful) Mardath had left.
No, wait, Soronume was over at another table with another elf. Bother. She didn't want to interrupt, but...
Niniel bumped into a young man about her age, who was making for the corner she'd sat in when she first came to the Inn. He looked a little lost. She murmured a quick "Excuse me," and blushed.
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