'Give the late one a large glass of wine - on me!' says piosenniel to the bartender, motioning her over with a wave of her grey cape.
'Wine?! How do you know I want wine', says Veritas.
'It stands to reason that would be your natural choice.'
'& how in the seven h3lls would you know that, elf?!' queries Veritas.
'Everyone knows that!' she replies, winking and saluting the astounded creature with her own wineglass - 'In vino veritas!'
'Must go to bed now, the hour is late. Stir up the party while I'm gone. I'll see you tomorrow, or rather later today!'
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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