For a moment Nįrello stood stunned as he realized that the Innkeeper was giving him what he wanted. He dumbly followed her to the closet from which she retrieved a worn pack.
This is more like it, the boy grinned to himself. From the nearby desk the elf obtained a set of drawing tools.
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"Draw me a picture of your journey as you go along little master."
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Nįrello nodded silently. He was good at drawing and had learned a bit of Elvish from Awyrgan and even a few Dwarf runes. His little knowledge seemed to pale greatly in the presence of the elf and he decided it would be best to write in the Common Tounge to be safe.
He listened with half an ear as Pio detailed how he could get food, "defense," and when he could be off but his mind was already wandering out the door of the Green Dragon and down the dusty path. He was debating whether to go North or South when she interrupted his thoughts.
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"Anything else you require?"
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He shook his head slightly and she left him to pack. He looked himself over. He had had a bath and his clothes were again clean. He fastened his boots securely and placed his small dagger in the inside of his jacket where he knew he could quickly obtain it. He fastened his clock around his shoulders and walked into the kitchen where he found the food and waterskin.
He placed the food into the pack and carried both it and the empty waterskin into the room where he had been sleeping. He made a note to fill the skin with water in the morning and walked back out into the main room. A dwarf in the midst of some act of either great surprise, joy, stupidity, drunkenness or a combination of them all stumbled over his feet in a hurry to cross the room. Others sat in the shadows or at the bar. Nįrello took his traditional spot by the window and taking a piece of paper and pen he began to sketch.