The Green Dragon Inn - Part 4

[Nerindel]

As Léspheria made her way to the bar to return the forgotten key. She found herself suddenly spinning around, as someone roughly grabbed her by the arm. She was a little concerned although it didn't show, when she saw the stout young dwarf before her. The dwarves and her fellow kin felt no love for each other, but she herself held no judgement having never meet one before.

“Greetings, Elf. I am a weary Dwarf, hailing from a long journey. May I ask you for your name? I shall give you mine. I am Theoric Windcaller.”

She smiled as she replied “I am Lèspheria, how can I aid you stranger from a strange land?”

“Of course, I am no stranger here, we are all companions,” he replied, smiling at his remark. “Weren’t you choking that Hobbit earlier?” Lespheria frown recalling the encounter.

“Nay, he was verbally attacking me,” replied the Dwarf, Trying to sounding heroic.
“Dwarves take insults seriously then,” she Laughed.
“Well, when someone calls you a dirty pathetic pig, wouldn’t you be angry?” the dwarf replied. She chuckled. So that’s what happened, she thought.

“How can I aid you sir? Tonight is a busy night.”
“I seek accommodation,” The dwarf told her.
She chuckled as she invisioned the dwarf having to share a room with an elven traveller. Her hand then tightened around the key she held in her hand, she thought to give it to the dwarf then thought better of it, for she didn't know if Aman had any other guests waiting afore the dwarf.

“Sir Dwarf, Ask Aman at the bar for key to a room, she will give you one as soon as you ask her,” she replied instead then went to return the key to the innkeeper, she would be the best one to decide would was to be done with it.