Avery was pleased to see that some more friendly folk had come into the bar that night, and was still more pleased when another draft of her strong drink came around. They seemed to be a bit mis-matched with their surroundings, but Avery didn't mind.
"Sorry about listening in, its just a bit dead in here tonight." Avery said looking at the man who had already started in on his drink.
"And thanks for the round of drinks!" She said looking up at Mattius.
"Think nothing of it. So, you're from around here then?" He said sitting down on a stool.
Avery took off her coat and pushed some of her red hair out of her eyes "No, just rode in by horse a few hours ago."
"Probably stole that" Ajada muttered under her breath, most likely thinking that Avery hadn't heard, but she had.
"This sad countenace next to me is Ajada, the Great Scribe of Gondor, you've heard of her, no doubt. She has graced the pub with her presence tonight, so enjoy it while you can." Avery said smiling, the mocking sarcasam dripped off her words...
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~~Your finger hired the crew?
~No, that's silly. The man who lives in my finger hired the crew, Mr. Bimbol.
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