Korvynn

Es humoured Korvynn and the girl with her harp. At least, that's how it started.

Another tale Korvynn insisted telling or having told about himself. If it were anyone else, Es would have made an excuse and left. But something about Korvynn's open-book behaviour was still so refreshing.

So Es humoured them.

Then the harper started her song.

It was a song about Korvynn. Or someone Korvynn knew. Probably that girl he tried to bring up a few times. The one he had lost.

Little ornamental fish in a pond, indeed.

It had been a long time since Es had been cut off from everyone he knew. His house, his family, colleagues, employees, allies, acquaintances.

The stowaway, at first distrusted, was now gaining some rapport with him. Now he knew more about her.

A warm light spilled from the window. A heavy wooden door might have looked foreboding if it was not that someone hadn't closed it fully. From within the building, conversation and merriment could be heard. Some sort of gathering. Es entered without hesitation.

There were more people within than he expected to see. Finely dressed. Among them, an elf, one of those hobbit creatures, and a man with Gondorian symbols on his clothes.

One of the revelers was leaving, so Es moved to take a seat and leave the doorway clear for them.