Aranel listened to their conversation. Just as she thought, Radae wasn't an elf. Since dragons were rare (especially good ones, it took Aranel some time to realize this. She walked over to the counter. Then the elf ordered her favortie, honey ale. She sat there sipping, deep in thought...
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