[Manardariel]

The next morning, Youlielle was shaken awake by an anxious Anenara.

"We´re going trading!"The elf announced. Youlielle noticed she had changed from her travelling clothes into a finer, long gown.

"Am I coming with you guys?," she inquired, getting up. "And what´s that fancy new look for? For the traders?", she added amused. "Is there a slight possibility that one of the `traders´ is called Fin?". Blushing, Aenara stuck her tounge out at her.

"Yes, you´re coming with us," she said. "And no stupid comments, please."

"No fear", Youlielle reasurred her. "I´ll keep my tounge behing my teeth." She too got dressed, and the two left the room.

Fin, Taurion and Findereg were already waiting for them. Taurion seemed in a good mood, but Fin was looking dark and moody, and extremly tired. She bit her tounge, trying not to giggle. "Wonder why he didn´t sleep," she wispered to Aenara. "Probably loaning for you." Aeanara shot her a mudrous look. "Sorry", she said.

"So," Findereg said. "We´ll be off, right?"
"Right," they agreed and left the Inn.