The White Horse

[Hirilaelin]

Hiri sat at the bar, sipping her ale and looking about her. Everywhere in the inn, people were talking and drinking. Just then, she heard someone speaking.

"Baster Dwawf, do you retiwe so soon? I would seek a wowd wid you, if you wouwd be so kide as do fladder a young dwarben maid'z fanzy. If id is fadigue you seek do wawd off, bay I offew you a coffee on me fow youw painz? I assuwe you, duh black beand Bedberry uses fow hew bwew is duh finesd I've tasded!"

Hmph. Been at the brew to hard it seemed. People were laughing gaily at the slurred speech. But, as she looked harder at the speaker, she saw a young dwarvin maiden, embarrassed by all the uncomplementary attention she was recieveing. Strange. She didn't look drunk. Standing, she pushed her way through the crowd towards the maid, who was trying to fade away from all the laughter.

Finally fighting her way through the crowd to the dwarf, she spotted her sitting unhappily at a darkened corner table. Pushing back her cloak and sitting down, she introduced herself, "Greeting. My name is Hirilaelin, newly arrived here. Who may you be called?"