Iadarion had noticed a piece of parchment slowly drop to the ground beside him. He picked it up and it read:
I would like to arrange a room here at the Green Dragon. Do not worry, I can still hear you. My throat...it hurts. I cannot speak at the moment.
Thank you very much. I'll motion to you when I am ready to go. Do me a favour, miss, and don't tell anyone about this okay? Thank you.
He became very interested in this mysterious parchment, and looked to the table where it had dropped from- to see a fair lady, who he thought to be an elf, sitting quietly and looking very nervous.
Although Iadarion was worried about his intrusiveness before, he couldn't resist but to sit down with this lady and buy her a pint.
"Here you go lass." He said, not sure whether her look of surprise was of good or bad nature. "Maybe this will help your throat. The name's Iadarion, you?"
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