Reynion watched Morlathion with ill-concealed amusement. It seemed that the youngster couldn't even drink without hurting himself or his clothing. It felt good to laugh, even though he felt a bit guilty that another was the source of his amusement.
Beside him, Esgallahugwen was shifting in her chair, reaching around to her back and grimacing. Then she started to breathe a little faster, as if trying to keep in sounds of pain. She gasped--and fell over. The quiet of the Inn was broken as Lira rushed to her friend and Aman began giving orders for herbs and hot water.
Reynion sat in shock, memories upon memories of wounded elves intruding into his mind.
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