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But before he could veen open his mouth, the door burst open, and framed in the doorway were three tall, fair, strongly-built elves. Two were carrying the other, who was pale and groaning, his face white as a sheet. "Quick", shouted one, can anyone help my friend and kinsman?

Elwyn rushed forward and helped the unfortunate elf into a chair. "Whats wrong with him?" she asked.
"He was taken ill some two days ago, in the wild lands south of here. This was our nearest point of help. We know not what the problem is nor how to cure it, and though we have preserved him this long our skills in healing are exhausted.
Elwyn tended to the elf while the other two were adressed by the inhabitants of the inn. "who are you then, that come here in search of help?"
"I am himhith and this is my kinsman lhachlaure. over there is formenel. We wander the lands, finding food and hospitality as it comes."
And so began the introductions. Himhith and lhachlaure were just being served when a gagging sound came from the corner of the pub and formenel, who's eyes har rolled back in his head, collapsed to the floor.
Screams filled the room and various questions were distinguishable, mostly asking what Elwyn had done to him.
"I gave him a simple remedy, it can do no harm..." she began, panicking under the suspition of the audience.
"Fear not good lady, for he is in no danger."
"but he..." began galadel.
but, sure enough, formenel rose, a smile on his face.
"thank you, my friends. We are the gwaith-formen, and though we may have caused grief, forgive us, for we meant no harm."
The room filled with raucus appreciation of the act, although Elwyn felt slightly used, and the crowd begged for a story.
"Forgive us, but we are weary, we slept not the last two nights in a fight to arrive here in time. Let us retire, and there shall be plenty of time for tales come the morning."
The tale-tellers were escorted to their rooms, for the audience, despite being disappointed, understood. The conversation then began again.