Daethaur walked through the door of the Inn. Men, Dwarves, and a funny little people he had never seen before were all over the room, chatting, drinking, and in more than one place sleeping. But they were outnumbered two to one by elves. There were elves everywhere, of all kinds.
He walked over to the fire, where there were very few people. A nice warm fire was always comfortable. He curled his whip up and tossed it into the fire; it had gone out again. He missed the times when it burned of its own accord.
Then he noticed why he had attracted so little attention form the Elves; they were watching an Orc by the bar, sitting alone. They probably thought he would attack at any moment. Daethaur rose out of the chair by the fire and walked over to the bar. "What brings you here?" He said.
[ March 25, 2003: Message edited by: Meoshi ]
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