Nįrello sat in fascination as the Innkeeper filled in the missing links in the story for him. He watched as she drew a small figure, hobbit-like, onto his paper. Of course, the Halfling, he chided himself for not remembering.
She drew the man called Aragorn on a seperate sheet of paper. The boy looked at the noble image with grave respect. Like Awyrgan, only maginfied many times over. And bathed, he thought. Coming back to the present he accepted the refreshments gladly. He noticed the elf working on her own sketch out of the corner of his eye but decided it was best not to stare. One thing was clear - the hand of the Innkeeper made his own work feel like a rough carving.
A man made his way to them out of the shadows and Nįrello grinned. Awyrgan could have taught him how to be a bit more quiet. Of course, he mine as well have stamped if he was trying to creep up on an Elf. He listened as the man looked at the boy's drawing and told his own tale, as if the images brought the memories back to life. When the man was finished he reached out and the man returned his drawing.
He turned back to face the Innkeeper but he spoke to both of them. "Thank you for filling in the gaps, Awyrgan would never speak much of such events and my drawings have seldom been complete."
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"Dic, hospes, Spartae, nos te hic vidisse iacentes dum sanctis patriae legibus obsequimur."
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