[Nurumaiel]

Firramer was taking his time with his ale, sipping it slowly (and deliberately doing that, as well) and taking long pauses to look about him. Culoth found herself becoming more and more annoyed with him. Did he have to go so slow? Oh yes, of course he did. Because he was trying to tease her. Well, she wouldn't get upset. But it was hard to keep from jumping up and screaming at him.

"I'll be back later," the young woman muttered, getting up. She would explore the inn a little and see who was still there, who wasn't, and who was there who wasn't before. Maybe she could find someone to talk with while Firramer slowly sipped his ale. A little smile appeared on her face. Maybe she could find him an audience.