He entered quietly, the cloak held loosly around his shoulders by an elvish clasp. He looked around slowly, remembering. The place had the same sounds, the same tables, the same smells. He searched across the floor for a second, before finding what he had been looking for, the hole in the floorboard! It was still there.
He sat at a nearby table, thinking over it all. Then he had met an elven lady, and an elf, Anuion. But now he was alone again. He sighed, memories of long ago.
He roused himself from his melancholy state and rose from the chair. He crossed the room in several strides and called out the on duty bartender, "ho my friend, a bottle of your finest white."
The bartender searched around underneath the bar for a couple of seconds before bringing out a bottle and a glass.
"I'm afraid that will be twenty gold coins, sir elf," the bartender said.
"No matter!" he replied, and sprinkled the twenty golden circles across the bar. "It is worth it just to sit and remember the past."
He took up the bottle and returned to his seat. He opened the bottle and poured his first glass. Taking a sip, he relaxed and gazed around the room again. To his left and further ahead, the bench where she had laid, and top his right in the far corner, the table that they had shared. If only she was there now.
He sighed and took another sip. Fin had returned.
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