Melcirial wandered over to the bar. For a while, she had sat unnoticed in the corner, listening to fascinating tales of battles and of days long past. The young elf approched the edge of the gathering crowd and timidly made her way to the front of the throng. She found an out of the way place and sat down on the floor, folding her long, light grey cloak around her body. Quietly she sat in this manner, waiting for the tale to begin. She was terribly thirsty, but as she was unsure of the locals' treatment of newcomers, she stayed silent.
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