[elf-girl-63]

Nuinyulma yawned as the early morning sunlight gently streamed through the window. Late last night, as she had heard Cook's voice calling for the inn to close, she had slipped through the back door once more. After seeing that Doran was nowhere to be seen, she assumed he'd retired to bed and herself had climbed the stair to her small room.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and washed her weather-stained face. After finding a brush in her small bag, the elf brushed her hair while sat on the edge of the bed, humming quietly to herself.

A hungery ached seized her stomach and Nuinyulma sprightly hopped down the steps- the sleep had revived her well. There was only one other customer, a rather large dwarf, waiting in the corner of the room so she sat down to wait for signs of anyone serving. It was not long before Cook brought out a huge plate of breakfast for the dwark and on her return to the kitchen arrived at Nuinyulma.

"Good morning, Mistress Elf. What can I get you?"

"What ever that dwark over there is eating please. It looks delicious!"

Cook laughed and the room seemed to rumble in a pleasant sort of way. She was still laughing when she left the room, while mttering to herself. 'Well, well, well- a hungry elf!' Even the dwarf looked up- not for long though, he was too bust eating.