Astarielle smiled, she believed her story had gone down well. A constant humm was buzzing around the inn. Astarielle felt at home, if she ever could. She wondered over to the table at which Hirilaelin sat with two others whom she had never met.
"Can I get you and your friends, Hiri, a drink?" Astarielle asked in a chirpy tone.
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"I know exactly where I have been,
But never where I will go for
I tavel on the wings of angels"
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