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With difficulty Finian hid a mischievous grin. "The girl's name is Ĉdhral, Thalinar. As for why she blushed it was because of your handsomeness I suppose."
The elf stared blankly back at him, causing Finian to burst into a fit of chortling. "You are obviously a stranger to the female ways," he said, gasping for breath. "Stay here, while I get some hot water, the towels, and a goblet of the finest wine," he said, turning on his heel and striding from the room.
He hurried down the stair and went into the kitchen, where he sloshed some water into a kettle and set it over the fire. Going into the cellar, he scanned the titles of the wine, deciding which would be suitable for an elf of the Woodland Realm. He finally selected a bottle of older vintage, muttering, "I had no idea we still had some of this left." He made a feeble attempt at brushing the dust off the bottle as he went back into the kitchen.
By this time the water was heartily boiling and Finian poured it into a basin, grabbed some towels, and walked as quickly as he could up the stairs back to the elf's bedroom. "Here you go, friend," he said, grinning.
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