'Ale, please' she heard the dark one say. She poured a pint of the Inn's rare obsidian ale, watching the creamy head rise in the tankard as it filled. A small plate of savories in hand, she approached the darkened table, and sat the drink and food before the stranger.
'Mae govannen, elendil! Here is drink to drive from you the shadows of the road, and savories to feed your spirit.'
She took the apron from round her and untying it, laid it on a chair next to her as she sat down. Her keen grey eyes assesed the figure which sat at ease before her. Reaching out a hand, she pushed the ale and food close before him, gesturing for him to begin.
'My name is Piosenniel, or Pio, if you wish - the erstwhile Innkeeper while Master Dwarin is away.' She looked closely into the shadows veiling the features of his face.
'Your cloak is heavy with the dust of long travelling, and even in shadow can be seen the cares which etch your countenance.' She leaned forward, interested in this newcomer.
'Will you not share your story with me?'
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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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