The elven lady to whom Tiquandel had been speaking had left him. He was unsatisfied with their conversation but he shrugged it off. As his hobbit friend was busy, he looked for someone with whom to converse. He noticed a ranger who had entered the Inn.
"Mae Gavonnen, sir," he said casually as he lightly strode up to the man. "May I join you?" He smiled at this, his green elven eyes glittering in the candle light. He almost laughed, for now he appeared to be a greeter of some sorts. How his brethren would laugh and scoff if they heard of this.
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Champignonne watched as Ellie left with Drago. She did order more food for them, but was actually growing weary of eating. She watched as her elven friend approached a grungy man. Each to his own,she thought.
She sighed at being left on her own again. It always seemed to happen that way. But these last few days had made her stronger, so she would not give in to the weakness of isolation.
The she-hobbit left for her new room to get her things for embroidery. She came back to her seat and worked on a piece of cloth. She had recently learned this craft from one of her mother's few friends, her Aunt Lilly. Champignonne worked and waited.
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