[Sirithheruwen]

The afternoon with the man had started well. He had bought her a drink, which she politely sipped. Truth be told, Twylight didn't care for drinking much.

For a while she was contented to just look at the man while he told a very long and involving story, to just explore his habits. Twylight had never been in contact with many people before, so she was very interested. Eventually though, he was beginning to get to her. He was talking incessently.

Catching one of the server's attention, she scibbled down an order for a beer. She pushed it over in front of Iadarion with a note saying:

Here. Take a little rest. I don't mind. You can finish your story later.

She watched him as he drained his mug. Before he could launch himself into his tale again, she hastily scribbled:

So, what brings you to the Green Dragon Inn? It is very far from your home.