Cold hatred filled Lira as she listened to Uien's tale. She gripped the silver knife of Esgallhugwen as she listened closely, for she was some distance away and Uien's soft voice was often muffled by the crowd of chatter that existed around them. Who could have done such terrible things, Lira mused, her blue eyes turning to ice as she contemplated. Orcs, or southern men, minions and dogs of the Enemy.
She saw a shadow come toward her, and, looking around her, she saw Esgallhugwen take her place beside her. Instantly, the cold features of Lira melted away under the bright smile of friendship. Looking away, she continued to listen as Uien asked the two at the table if they wished to partake of the quest.
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I'm sorry it wasn't a unicorn. It would have been nice to have unicorns.
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