The sound of drunken singing worked it's way into her head. She groaned and lifted her head, blinkng sleeply. That mudwater's good stuff. she thought, wondering what excitment she had missed.
She looked around, again feeling left out. She stood up, and hoping that her legs would last she walked out of the room, leaving the her fellow BDer's to have more drunken fun.
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My name is Lalaith, i am an Elven exile, living with the Dunedain of the North. I can disapeare for days at a time so be warned. I appeare when and if i chose.
I amar prestar aen, Han mathon ne nen, Han mathon ne chae, A han noston ned wilith.
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