A stranger arrives...

*A young elf, no more than 1,000 years old, enters the tavern and takes a seat at one of the tables. Just by the expression on his face, it's obvious he's been through a lot of ordeals already, but at the same time seems lonely, and troubled. He orders a flask of Evermead, and sits back sipping on it.*

Waitress: Do ya need anything else sir?

Lucian: *looks up* No, no. I'm fine. Thank you very much.

*The waitress begins to walk away, but Lucian calls to her again.*

Lucian: Thank you again.

*Lucian quickly flips the woman an extra gold coin and winks at her. She smiles and blushes a little, walking off. Lucian sits back in his chair, playing with the hilt of his sword in one hand, and sipping the evermead with the other. He glances at another elf across the room, noticing the fellow elf staring. Lucian simply smiles and nods, and goes back to his drink...*

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> A young elf, no more than 1,000 years old, enters the tavern and takes a seat at one of the tables. Just by the expression on his face, it's obvious he's been through a lot of ordeals already, but at the same time seems lonely, and troubled. He orders a flask of Evermead, and sits back sipping on it. > Waitress: Do ya need anything else sir? > Lucian: looks up No, no. I'm fine. Thank you very much. > The waitress begins to walk away, but Lucian calls to her again. > Lucian: Thank you again. > Lucian quickly flips the woman an extra gold coin and winks at her. She smiles and blushes a little, walking off. Lucian sits back in his chair, playing with the hilt of his sword in one hand, and sipping the evermead with the other. He glances at another elf across the room, noticing the fellow elf staring. Lucian simply smiles and nods, and goes back to his drink...
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