Arcon sat and listened contently at Gandalf's tale of the castle at Tharbad. He sipped his hot cider quietly and enjoyed the atmosphere of the inn, the warm fire, the hints of pine from the wood rafters above, and the company of the group. Gandalf's smoke from his pipe brought back memories of years ago, on another adventure the wizard, Bethberry, and he had.
Occasionally Arcon would chime in from time to time to agree on some matters, or share some insight on others. "Indeed Bethberry, it is good to hear your arm is doing well. Such danger on the road is probably due to our Stormcrow here," Arcon said laughing in jest, "For wherever our friend Gandalf goes, a trouble or two is sure to follow. But of course, I would have it no other way." [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]
"Preciou ... er, ah, pretzels, yes, that's what I meant! Pretzels it is, then! And a pint of beer," said a voice from another table. Eyeing the newcomer out of the corner of his eye, Arcon continued to sip his cider in peace, not showing his attention.
But finally he got up and made his way to the fire to where Birdie was sitting. She looked quite comfortable, her face was serene and calm. "May I join you Birdie, even though I am an elf?" Arcon asked with a sincere smile.
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