Aman wrinkled her nose as she smiled, laughing at the elf's strange, small delight - a member of the race of Ancients, delighted over such a childish thing.
"May I say, sir, that you are lucky that you chanced upon an Innkeeper less, shall we say, volatile than others you might find. Besides, this is hardly a 'mannish' Inn," she laughed. The elf looked slightly confused, but didn't seem to mind, simply smiling and watching her with a half smile on her pale features. Slightly embarassed by his intent gaze, Aman looked away bashfully, a wave of brown hair falling over the side of her face as she fiddled with something beneath the bar.
"Ehm...anyway," she stammered, looking up again. There was something about the unblinking, unwavering examination of those sparkling grey eyes that made her a little nervous although she wasn't sure why. Looking directly back at the elf, she regained her composure. "You wished for some refreshments, sir? What can I get you?"
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I am what I was, a harmless little devil
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