Enkriswen tiredly excused herself from the table, thankful that the hobbit lass had gone. Slowly, she wound her way around the tables and opened the door to go outside. The door, momentarily, wouldn't open.
It wasn't this warm when last I came, she said to herself, pulling her cloak closer around her out of instict. She shuddered as an unexpected big gust of wind billowed forth, and passed her by. She smiled, and loosened her tight grip on her coat.
She re-opened the door and headed back inside, now that the air outside had stimulated her brain. She sat back down in her booth, looking for the serving lady. She was aiding someone else, so Enkriswen went back up to the counter, ordered a small plate of food (for she had suddenly become ravenous again, being outside does that) and went, yet once again, back to her booth, and waited.
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