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Old 03-06-2006, 07:47 PM   #100
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Léof was greatly relieved and much more comfortable when feasting and high spirits took over the hall. He piled his plate high with the tasty-smelling food and looked around for someone to talk to or at least someplace to sit down. He considered joining Gárwine, the only one whom he really knew, but then he noticed that the serving girl – Æðelhild, he thought he had heard someone say – standing by herself. He watched her for a moment or two, wondering if he should wander over towards her. She seemed to be about his age and felt much more approachable than, say, the young noblewoman Linduial.

With his mind made up, Léof approached her with a light smile on his face. “I don't believe we have been properly introduced,” he said, “but you looked like you might like some company. My name is Léof.” He had already grown tired of using his full name. He did not dislike it but rather found it tiresome and rarely used it. Only his father had ever really called him Léofric.

She smiled and introduced herself in kind, but Léof thought he saw a trace of something else in her expression, though he could not think of a reason for it. Her only contact with him thus far had been when she poured his and Gárwine’s mead cups… had one of them said something to disturb her? The idea seemed strange, as they had only been discussing the Dunlending, nothing that should have impacted her. Yet what other reason for the look? Already Léof was confused, and they had barely said anything to each other.

But he did not feel quite comfortable trying to clear up this confusion right away – he didn’t know anything about her, and the question could be considered rude. And if it was anything big, as Léof suspected it might be, he doubted she would tell her problems to a virtual stranger. “So how long have you been working here?” he asked. “And what is it like?” He really was curious about this – especially about the people, with whom he had thus far had so little contact. The concerns of the day had been so largely constructed around the Dunlending and then Marenil, so that Léof had not really even considered what the ‘regular’ people around here might be like. He did not even know half their names, but perhaps Æðelhild would be able to tell him.
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