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05-19-2003, 05:02 PM | #11 |
Spirited Weaver of Fates
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Lóthaniel picked up the drinks and turned to make his way back to their table, he noticed that Estella was now sitting on her own he scanned the room to find Wean. He found her sat at a table with four other women, three of which were distintivly Elven.
"Evening ladies" he said inclining his head and smiling warmly as he set down Weans ale. " I am going to keep Estella company, it was nice meeting you and maybe we will speak again Ere I leave," he whispered to Wean. She thanked him for the drink. He returned to the table were Estella was sitting alone, "I hope you were not alone long" he said to her setting down her soda. He sat down beside her and took a long sip of his wine, waiting for her to reply.
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