[Maegaladiel]

Nahai looked at the elven maiden in suprise and confusion. Odo Draggins? Murder?

"Odo Draggins?" she repeated, "I fear you may have mistaken me for someone else, milady. I have never met anyone by that name. I feel for you and the loss of your father, as my own parents have been stolen from me, but I am afraid there is little I can do to help you." She smiled, somewhat mischeiviously. "Don't worry about paying for the cider, by the way, it's on the house today. You can thank the new inkeeper for that." She took a sip of her own drink, relishing its flavor on her tongue and thinking about what the elf had told her.

"Perhaps if you tell me more about this Odo Draggins, I may be able to offer you some assistance. I have known very few people in my life, but maybe one of them might be able to help." She leaned forward, waiting for her to reply.

Beside her, Annalalaith drummed her delicate fingers on the hard wooden bar nervously. Probably fearing a fight would break out, the elf retreated outside. Nahai watched her sadly, wishing she could do the same. She hated to lose her new elven friend without saying goodbye, but didn't want to get her into trouble, either. She hoped she would return once this whole issue had been settled. If it could be settled without Nahai and this elf woman killing each other.

On her other side, the dwarf sipped his cider and looked very uncomfortable, probably on account of all the elves in the bar. Nahai herself felt somewhat out of place among all the beautiful elves in the Dragon, and they reminded her all too much of her long-dead elven love, Celecu. Which of course made her even more uncomfortable.

Dismissing his fair face from her mind, she forced herself to look back at the elf maiden and waited for her reply.

[ May 04, 2003: Message edited by: Maegaladiel ]