Pio watched the interchange between the newcomer and the fair haired wanderer closely. She had seen him draw his sword and speak roughly to both the man and the young Elf, Harenthiel.
The fire of the newcomers zeal abated and her gaze followed him as he walked across the room and seated himself at a table after demanding a drink from Merri at the bar.
Seeing that he had nearly finsished the one drink, she drew another pint and approached his table, her eyes glinting coldly in the warm light of the fireplace. Carefully she placed the drink before him.
As he reached for it, the knife beneath her sleeve flashed out into her hand and she skewered his sleeve to the table. 'Should you have any further such business in the Inn, sirrah,' she hissed at him quietly, 'you will consult me first. Keep your weapons sheathed while in here. I will not have the safety of my customers jeopardized by your rash actions. Do I make myself clear, man of Gondor?'
Pio withdrew her blade, placing it carefully in the sheath strapped to her forearm. Wiping a small puddle of ale from the table top that had spilled during this brief encounter, she then turned smiling, back to the other patrons in the room.
'Nothing to see here.' she said, as she walked through the gathered crowd. She took her place behind the bar, calling out to the musicians and singers to please go on . . .
[ December 30, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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