Eleniel took Gird's hand and shook it.
"Pleased to meet you, Master Gird," she said. "My name is Eleniel of Laketown. What brings you to the Green Dragon?" She turned to the other gentleman.
"And may I inquire as to your name, good sir?" she asked him.
Waiting for his reply, Eleniel looked around her. It was morning already. She had spent the entire night in the stables with her wounded dog, but strangely, she did not feel like sleeping. Probably on account of the coffee that she was drinking. She raised her mug in a silent salute to the rising sun and drank.
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"Wide ne bith wel," cwaeth se the geheirde on helle hriman.
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