The Green Dragon Inn - Part 4

Enkriswen's gaze alighted and rested, momentarily, on Niniel. She took another sip of her ale. sip of ale? she thought, no one sips ale, they...swig it... It was then that Enkriswen truely realised how entirely out of sync she was with the world of toughened ale-drinkers.

Theoric? What? When did he come here? She had met him, briefly, in Rivendell. Not that she felt much like talking to him, polite though he had been... or had that been Theoric? Or maybe it was another one... Ah! Who knows, it had all been so long ago...

Okay, a swig of ale... right... she lifted the big cup to her lips and swigged. The liquid burned it's way halfway down her throat...then it reversed it's course and headed back up into the cup.
What a highly unpleasent experience. Now she needed a different type of alchohol, that was for sure.

She headed over to the barkeeper and asked for a wine. If they had any, which she really hoped they did...

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