Herlion saw that Neisa seemed to be thinking about something, and did not speak. The others sitting at the table where he was spoke civilly, but looked daggers at each other. He did not want to interfere, and, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, edged a bit away from the group and stared down at the floor for a while, deciding to return to the table when things quieted down for a bit.
For the time, he sat a bit, warming his hands, thinking and remembering. He hoped that here he would find somebody to be a friend to him, as he knew that many peoples stopped here to talk or drink or spend the night. As a child he had not had many friends, having looked different than the others, with his black hair and green eyes, and been cast out, and all those who had not been his friends as children were not about to start now, so he had left for Edoras recently... there didn't seem to be many people in the room now, and a surprising amount of drunken laughter was coming from beneath tables, so Herlion decided to try for another drink himself. There is really nothing else to do, he thought.
[ May 26, 2003: Message edited by: GaladrieloftheOlden ]
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