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Elorn waited as the landlord filled his order, and watched, slightly amused as he tripped over himself. Elorn’s amusement faded when he saw where his ill fated ale landed. He quickly jumped up, helped the confused Dick to his feet, and then went over to help the elf.
“Apologies for any inconvenience, ma'am,” he said as he picked up the empty mug, and offering her his handkerchief.
Elorn stifled his impolite inclination to laugh, knowing that it probably wouldn’t go over the well with the injured elf. He righted her chair, which had fallen over in her hasty rise, and offered it to her.
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