"I was apologizing about tripping you... I'm deathly clumsy. Shot myself in the hand once with my bow. I don't know how I ever got top marks in archery class. My father fainted when he found out. Let me buy you a drink."
He walks over to the bar and orders an two ales. He returns and hands one to the Elf with the wooden leg and keeps one himself.
"Hope you like ale. Only thing that I could think of. Well, cheers."
He puts the wooden cup up to his mouth but drops it almost immediately. He brings a hand up to his lip, and when he brings it away there is blood on it.
"Damm... Never knew a splinter could be that bad."
He brings a piece of cloth from his pocket up to his lip and starts speaking again, though it is slightly muffled through the fabric.
"I haffn't caught youw names ye. Oops... Sowwy..." He repositions the cloth. "I haven't caught your names yet."
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Gil-Galad, The Last High Elven King
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