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piosenniel · 11-19-2003, 10:15 AM

Erkaliel sat at one of the tables in the common room. She’d borrowed a damp rag from the Innkeeper to wipe the layer of dust from the table top. Satisfied with her efforts, she returned the rag and brought back a small cup of wine to savor. She was hoping it would improve the flavor of the small bowl of soup the Innkeeper had brought her.

The wine rolled over her tongue leaving a dry sensation in her mouth. ‘It must have been a poor year for grapes when this poor wine was pressed,’ she thought to herself. Still it was something different than the brackish water they had last gathered to fill their waterskins before heading to this town.

She hailed the Innkeeper to bring her another cup. ‘No, make that the bottle, if you please.’ He mumbled something about seeing her coin first for this special bottle – one of his finest! Erkalaiel laughed and fished out a few coins, more than enough to pay for the drink . . . and some privacy, she thought as she shooed him away.

The window she sat at was dirty; the dim light from the bright moon barely able to penetrate. Erkaliel reached up with the sleeve of her tunic and rubbed clean a small area of the windowpane. Nothing to see really. The one street that ran past the Inn was deserted and many of the surrounding buildings had fallen into decay. ‘Just like this world,’ she mused, pouring herself another glass. ‘It really won’t be so hard to leave, I think.’

The soup was now long finished; the wine beginning to taste better the more she drank. The thought of sleep was far from her mind. She propped her long legs on one of the chairs opposite her and leaned back comfortably. Raising the bottle, she waved it about a bit and spoke up to her companions. ‘Anyone else fancy a little wine? There’s plenty – just bring a glass . . .’

11-19-2003, 10:15 AM	#11
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Erkaliel sat at one of the tables in the common room. She’d borrowed a damp rag from the Innkeeper to wipe the layer of dust from the table top. Satisfied with her efforts, she returned the rag and brought back a small cup of wine to savor. She was hoping it would improve the flavor of the small bowl of soup the Innkeeper had brought her. The wine rolled over her tongue leaving a dry sensation in her mouth. ‘It must have been a poor year for grapes when this poor wine was pressed,’ she thought to herself. Still it was something different than the brackish water they had last gathered to fill their waterskins before heading to this town. She hailed the Innkeeper to bring her another cup. ‘No, make that the bottle, if you please.’ He mumbled something about seeing her coin first for this special bottle – one of his finest! Erkalaiel laughed and fished out a few coins, more than enough to pay for the drink . . . and some privacy, she thought as she shooed him away. The window she sat at was dirty; the dim light from the bright moon barely able to penetrate. Erkaliel reached up with the sleeve of her tunic and rubbed clean a small area of the windowpane. Nothing to see really. The one street that ran past the Inn was deserted and many of the surrounding buildings had fallen into decay. ‘Just like this world,’ she mused, pouring herself another glass. ‘It really won’t be so hard to leave, I think.’ The soup was now long finished; the wine beginning to taste better the more she drank. The thought of sleep was far from her mind. She propped her long legs on one of the chairs opposite her and leaned back comfortably. Raising the bottle, she waved it about a bit and spoke up to her companions. ‘Anyone else fancy a little wine? There’s plenty – just bring a glass . . .’ __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.