A small figure slipped in through the inn's door. It wore a long gray cloak, dirtied at the ends, and worn brown breeches. It settled itself at a table in the shadowy corner, and ordered a single glass of wine.
The figure took off the hood, and it revealed a young elven maiden, her waist-length hair wavy and chestnut-colored. Her pale face was streaked with mud. She hunched over, watching the commotion going on, and slowly drank her wine.
[ May 09, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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