Peony found herself sitting alone at the table. She finished off her soup and leaned back in the chair. She looked around the room, Deva had left, probably to take a nap. Lazy Dwarf, she thought.
Looking over she saw the woman ranger who Symestreem and Gwenneth had been watching. She smiled and gestured to the seat across from her. Maybe she could talk to Niara. Or maybe the ranger would ignore her and Peony would be stuck sitting alone in the common room.
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"Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." - Mark Twain
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