OOC: Finally able to release Book1 Part6. Thank you Nellye and Clarrah for allowing me to write about you :) (Grrr just realised spelling error sorry Nells, put it right ;) )
The Elf and the Dawn
As the evening wore on patrons came and went, and Chaney noticed a few familiar faces in the inn. A young scrawny, messy looking woman whom she knew of from her time on the cobbles. Clarrah was her name and she had seen her with a younger girl on Beggars Alley quite a number of times since her own arrival there.
She had sat herself down by one of the supporting pillars not far from where Fiontann and Chaney sat. An elf, from whom could only be described as to be out of place, had taken up residence close by to Clarrah and had proceeded to make merry music upon a lute which was in his possession.
Chaney would eye this elf on a number of occasions whilst talking with Fiontann. She had seldom seen elves in Bree, and those that she had encountered always seemed far too stuck up their own noses to care about. This one, however, seemed different. A merry sort of fellow really whom hadn't a care in the world save for playing his lute to the various patrons in the inn.
It was at this point that the main door would open and in stepped another familiar face. It was Nellye, whom Chaney had met previously before the other day when she had dueled the other man from the Dawn. Dueled in a friendly fashion some would say.
It wasn’t Nellye whom concerned Chaney, more the strange man whom she had arrived with. He looked very much like the man earlier from the Dawnhall whom had accompanied Martie and had met with Fiontann and Basaran. Although she could not be sure for certain.
To Chaney, something did not feel right, she had an unnerving, suspicious thought running through her mind. She did not, however, let Fiontann know of her concern.
The man had walked past and sat at a table further away from where they had sat, and Nellye had leaned at the counter and placed coin there whilst waiting for Barliman to pass her some ales.
At length Nellye would walk by carrying the ales and would throw a wink in Fiontann’s direction. He in turn would smile and throw one back before returning to his conversation with Chaney. However, distracted, Chaney couldn’t focus entirely on what he was saying because of this other man.
She would constantly lean to her right and watch the man. Nellye and the man seemed to be in stern talk with one another but she couldn’t make out what they were talking about.
Fiontann at one point took out his pipe and began to smoke weed, and the elf had made his way to their table and had started to play music. Fiontann had blown quite a number of smoke rings Chaney’s way which had made her start to cough a little.
The elf had noticed this and began to chuckle to himself and to Chaney. She had noticed this and simply sent him a cold glare to which the elf immediately stopped chuckling, and for that matter stopped playing his lute and scuttled off to some other nearby patrons.
The smoke had become too much for Chaney to bear and so at length mentioned this to Fiontann and decided to take her leave from him and make her way to the door for some fresh air.
As she opened the main door to the inn, Chaney turned and glanced over at Fiontann, who was merely sat there smiling, and for the first time she sent him a faint smile back before, her emerald eyes seeming to soften ever such a little, replacing her hood and heading out into the night…..
