mellon/amroth
Ędegard walked into the inn and headed straight for the innkeeper at the bar. He didn't exactly want to be there, but he had made a promise. "Mellon will need a friend." Why me? was the question that kept playing through his mind. I'm just a wheelwright. Sure, Mellon was friendly enough during the snowball fight, but his illness and the strange things he had been saying had set Ędegard's teeth of age. Promises were to be kept, however, so he leaned on the bar, wondering what to think of everything.
"Good morrow, Aelwyn. Do you know if Mellon is awake? Does he remain ill? I-" he looked away and coughed, embarrassed "-I am asked to look after his wellbeing."
Last edited by littlemanpoet; 02-27-2004 at 02:22 PM.
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