Túrelie was sitting in the corner, with her chair tilted back slightly. She seemed much more relaxed at the Green Dragon, watching everyone go about their ways. But when she saw an elf maiden walk by, she sat upright. There was something familiar about the elf. Túrelie felt as if she had known her, long ago.
Without knowing she fingered the ring about her third finger on the left. She looked down to see what she was doing and immediately stopped. She stood, and made her way to the bar where the elf was. Túrelie was sure she the elf-maid had seen her.
She had very little friends, and always kept to herself. But the inn made her feel so calm. Túrelie sat down close to the maiden and ordered an ale. It couldn't hurt to say hello, could it? She was sure she had seen the elf before. But where?
She looked down at her ring once more. For some reason, Túrelie couldn't seem to keep the ring out of her mind. There was just some connection tied into it. She could feel it, although she didn't know what that connection was.
Túrelie took a sip of ale, and pondered whether to talk to the elf or not. It seemed as if she was in mid-thought when the words came out of her mind.
"Hello," she said to the elf.
It was too late to take it back now, she thought to herself. She waited for a reply, wondering what the reply would lead to. She took a long sip of ale this time.
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