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Cela had been hovering around anxiously, knife still in hand, hoping dearly that the fighting would not come to blows. Thankfully, it had not, although that mad Dwarf Kuric had come storming back inside with a fresh set of accusations for one of the Elves, Cela couldn't remember his name at the moment - so many Elves arriving in the Inn! But most of the Inn's current visitors had scattered to take care of other business, and Dick had run off to see that the injured Elf was properly taken care of, leaving Cela alone with the irate Dwarf looking thoroughly piqued that his case was being paid little attention at the moment.
"Why don't you have a seat, Master Kuric," suggested Cela, although there was a hard edge to her voice that brooked little argument. "I'll go and get you some pie and once we've all calmed down a bit, perhaps we can think rationally about what might have happened to your ring." With a short nod to accentuate her words, Cela spun on her heel and strode back to the kitchen, not waiting to find out if Kuric had listened to her. A flame without fuel soon burns out, and she figured it would be so with Kuric's anger as long as he was given no one to rant to. She was just cutting up a piece of pie for Kuric, already humming a cheerful tune again, when Dick showed up.
"Do you need anything else?" Cela asked. "A couple of fresh plates of food for the newcomers, perhaps? Or a cup of tea for your own frazzled self?"
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