As a warm mug of morning brew was handed to Silvanis, he slid a coin across the bar to pay for it, and he turned to look about the common room for Vanwe. Not seeing her, but instead noticing a young dark-haired girl sitting alone at a table, seemingly eying everyone and seeming unsure of all the armed folk. Silvanis brushed back his dark, greying locks and sipped some coffee when the woman of the south came in with an armload of boxes. Surely she noted little in the darkness, and as she made way for the stairs, a cry and noise went up...
...the boxes went all over, and everyone turned to the commotion, and the woman was on the floor writhing in pain and saying something un-intelligible. Silvanis instinctivly left the bar and was there, seeing if she was alright after such a twisting fall. Seeing her weight bent back her leg, he lifted her off her leg to see if she could straighten it. Silvanis said to her,
'With one filled with such grace as to dance, You need to be much more careful.'
He went to look at her ankle but she jerked it away. He looked at her again and said,
'I just wish to see if you broke it m'lady. Fear me not.'
His blue-grey eyes locked with hers for a moment as he could see much pain and also doubt...
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