The Green Dragon

[Orual]

Rie frowned as the stranger rushed past her, seemingly anxious to avoid conversation. Yet, there had been a light of recognition in his eyes, and in that strange smile: he knew who she was, or at least who her father was. Why had he left so suddenly? "Well," she said to herself, "perhaps it's just as well. Word might have gotten back to my father of my whereabouts, and then where would I be? Back at home, tied to the forge again! A pretty fate!"

With a little sigh of both frustration and confusion, she went back to her seat, but did not return to her drink. She had things to think about.

"--traveler of the first born over across with red hair and bright green eyes--"

Rie looked up at this description, presumably of herself. "First Born!" she thought, smiling. "If only." She leaned back in her chair, assuming a rather awkward and less than inconspicuous position, to catch another look at the stranger who was talking about her.