Nerindel notices the elf at the other end of the bar raising her glass to her, she smiles and raises her own glass slightly, the elf then leaves, Nerindel watched her cross to a nearby table where another elf was seated.
She looked from her bottle of Lorien slammer to the table and decides she can't drink it alone, So she heads over to join them.
[ May 04, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]
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