Harenthiel opened the door silently and her and another, elf walked in. She had not been here for awhile, but since she was in the area, she had decided to come.
She looked over at her friend Amarenthie's warm and cheerful face. They had been through a lot the last couple of months, but Amar(as she called him for short) was never too distressed to have some ale. He looked back at her and smiled and went off to get some ale.
She sat at a table close to the fire watching the other guests quietly. Most seemed cheerful (and perhaps drunk), but there were others that were dark and silent.
She grinned slightly, remembering her first visit here. She had not been happy at all, still mourning over the loss of her husband, and brother. But now she had passed that, and was as she had been before that dreaded night.
Amarenthie walked back to the table, handing Harenthiel a large glass of foaming ale. She was not too fond of ale, but enjoyed having it once and awhile.
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