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Calimir and Beregond seated themselves at the large oaken table in the corner, already occupied by many large men (not to mention the Beorning himself).
A busy hobbit rushed across the room with mead and, with a word, the Elf sent him back for some wine. She untied her long, dark tresses as she spoke and removed her travel-stained cloak. Beneath, she was dressed plainly in simple green and grey garb. From around her neck shone a white stone set in silver, which had been covered by the clasp of her cloak. The stone, when revealed, seemed to shine with an internal fire. Her only other adornment was a plain silver buckle on the belt encircling her waist.
Keeping an eye on the conversation at the bar, Calamir addressed Valdavar, "It is rare indeed for such company as us to meet in Breeland. My companion and I are curious. Please, tell me of the errand that brought you so far from your home."
</p>Edited by: <A HREF=http://www.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_profile&u=00000095>The X Phial</A> at: 4/11/01 8:11:35 pm
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