"A man of few words, eh? Very nice." Deva said, finishing off the last of his ale. "I have not been with someone who wasn't interested in talking for some time." He smiled at Isaac.
"As for something to eat I am more thristy than I am hungry, but feel free to get yourself someting." Deva called Buttercup over to the table. "Two ales please!" The young Hobbit disappeared into the crowd.
"So tell me Isaac, a man so young, where do you hail from and why do you travel these lands? I come from the Lonely Mountain and just have a sense of an adventure."
Buttercup returned with the ale and placed it on the table. "Thank you, lassie." Deva said going for his mug right away.
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