The Green Dragon

[piosenniel]

Before the young elf could make her way to her room, Pio had called her back to the table where she sat with the fair haired wanderer. 'Before you claim your room, I would know your name.' She raised her eyebrows at the girl who stood before her, waiting. 'Or at least, some name, by which I might introduce you to my table companion.'

She nodded toward the man seated across from her, noting his discomfort as she drew more attention to him. Pio stood, frowning slightly, and drew the young elf by a motion of her hand into the vacant chair.

'I know not his name, either, or I would introduce you, one to the other. Perhaps you two can work that out between you - I shall leave this flask and cups to lift your spirits and loosen your tongues.'

She smiled at both of them, and withdrew, taking Elanor by the hand. 'I see you are awake yet, and ready for work!' she laughed, pulling her toward the center of the room where some brave patrons were dancing to the Elven tunes. 'But first, let us enjoy the music while we can, and join the dance . . .'