The lady sat in patience, sensing something was afoot but since it didn't concern her she pushed it out of her mind for the moment. She was very thirsty smelling the brew in the air. She didn't wish to call out to someone bringing them out of their way, there were others before her.
Some she thought to be other elves and a man with tattered clothes, along with Hobbits tending the inn guests. She stood up slowly and headed towards the counter to get a drink there.
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"...for the sin of the idolater is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others.
-8:9:4 The Witness of Fane"
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