Finėwen rose and left the table, as everyone else seemed to depart and go their separate ways for the day. She knew no one here, leaving as a small child, and those relationships were never formed. Finėwen decided to hang out at the bar for awhile, till things settle down.
Finėwen sat on a small stool, and ordered a glass of wine. Paying for it, she took a sip and set it down onto the bar. There were a few people at the bar, but not as many as Finėwen had expected. She had noticed no one was able to recognize her, and for some reason that seemed to please her.
She began to go deep in though, when she heard a few that remained at the table talking. Straining her ears, she tried to listen to them.
[ October 31, 2003: Message edited by: Alatariel Telemnar ]
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