So. At least two others than the red-headed woman standing by his table (she still had not taken her seat) had noticed him. The Elven woman (he assumed she was Elven, though the light of the Valar had left her face) had immediately turned away, wrapping herself in a midnight blue cloak that had undoubtedly cost too much to be used for traveling long distances. His stare had that effect on many people, unfortunately. He was aware that his eyes were cold, a result of the violent life he had led.
The dark-headed woman with long lashes, however, was different. She met his lingering stare with an equally intent one of her own. "Easterling?" he wondered.
He turned to the red-haired woman still tarrying at the corner of the table. "Are you going to stand there forever? You asked to sit here. Sit." Without waiting to ask her he ordered two mugs of ale.
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