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Enessar
As Enessar passed the table with the shady man and the pretty woman he overheard a suprising tidbit.
"Seventy-eight?" he mused to himself, "and the man looks not older than mid forties; obviously he is of the Kindred-born, the Numenoreans. Though whether Black or Dunedain, I shall have to learn."
Pardoning himself for the intrusion, he sat near the couple, listening intently. He noticed the woman glanced over at a fellow Eldar, a female. "Now why would she do something like that?" he wondered, trying to understand this strange turn of events in this humble establishment.
"I think I'll keep my eye on this pair for a time," Enessar said to himself, "They are definitely worth my while."
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