Esgallhugwen finished off her cider, new guests coming in and out of the inn. She struggled within herself to push the dark shadows away at least for a awhile, though it became ever harder as the days went on, does something draw near that brings the memories ever sharper and vivid into her mind? Don't become close with anyone it will be your folly!!
Almost all the guest had company of their own, they sat around at a table with many a friend old or new to talk to. Esgallhugwen sat alone although there was Lira whom she had newly met but she was busy with the task that Aman gave her. Surely she would enjoy your help she pondered fingering the empty mug, unsure if Lira preferred to be alone with her own thoughts.
She sat there looking into the mug for brief moments, keeping to herself at the far corner of the bar.
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"...for the sin of the idolater is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others.
-8:9:4 The Witness of Fane"
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