Bali hurried through the inn, looking this way and that to catch a glint of the golden hair of his elf-friend. But there were many elves in the central room now, and all had; well, long golden hair!
Finding his way to the back of the inn, where several passageways lead away from the commotion, Bali noticed a young elf talking to Piosenniel, the Innkeeper. Thats him! But I will not intrude, I can wait until he gets his key...
[ January 30, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]
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