“Nice hat,” said Diamond to Mattius with a nod.
She absently fingered the mithril chain heavily laden with gems, and suddenly recalled that she had not answered Annun’s question. “This necklace is an old family artifact. Made by the Elves, you know,” she nodded again, taking a sip from her drink. “I daresay the diamonds themselves may have come from the Mines of Moria, but as I had no direct parlay with the craftsmen, I can only assume.”
She nodded thrice, this time directing the head-bob to the newly arrived Alaklondewen. And then, for lack of a better thing to say, she downed the last of her second drink and turned two doeful eyes to the bartender. “Maybe a champagne and Mountain Dew this time?”
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All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.
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