Silvanis thanked Lady Léspheria for the fresh ale, and he listened of her story with intent. He said,
'It was a hard time in the north, those years. I find it fascinating that I have only lore passed on through the generations of men, both written and spoken, while you have lived through the years. What tale could I speak of that would interest one who has lived the Third Age? Have you not been to many places in this land?'
His blue-grey eyes pierced hers as he sought knowledge from her expressions. Just then, an exploding ember shot out of the fire with a loud pop, and it bounced across the table, coming to rest against Silvanis's tankard of ale. It hissed slightly from the moisture upon its outsides, and blackened the old table before extinguishing itself. Silvanis watched as its redness darkened, and then stood from his chair. Stretching out, his bare arms flexed from his sleevless leather vest,and he turned and twisted before setting down.
'My pardon m'lady. It has been long since I had sat in a chair for so long and I am a bit stiff.'
Silvanis settled again and looked at the fire for a moment before turning to Léspheria. He asked her,
'Have you been to the south of the Anduin, especially now that it is somewhat safer to travel the ancient caravan routes of Harad and Khand? I could tell you of my journies there if you like.'
He took a good refreshing swallow of his ale as his mind sank into thought of those days as the music of the being played, for it soothed him.
[ May 16, 2003: Message edited by: Snowdog ]
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