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Lifting his weather-beaten face from his hands, Ulrath gazed at this newcomer. As he watched a smile cross her lips, he was comforted. The fog that clouded his mind seemed to dissipate, if only for a little while. He was not used to being offered company. When he would normally travel to a new town, he was met with disdain and scorn. This simple action of a smile was a welcome sight to him.
"Greetings Milady." He paused for a moment. "You are welcome to stay here and dine with me. It has been a very long while since I have been in the company of another."
Ulrath drew aside his tattered and stained cloak, to reveal a small, leather pouch. Unclasping this, he laid it on the table. His experience with well-established inns and taverns was minimal, so he tried to be less of the uncultured wanderer that he had become. He sat back in his chair, hoping someone would see his bag of coins, and bring him the food and drink he desired. He then turned his attention back to his new comrade, and decided to engage her in some conversation.
"I am sorry, but I do not believe you told me your name. For what it may be worth, I am Ulrath. I am but a traveler, one who who has come many leagues, seeking peace of mind."
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