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Ishmel the Thief
Guest
The elf sees the dryad smiling at him. His eyes are now fixed upon this girl, but his eyes are obscured by several strands of hair that have fallen down in front of his face. Another dull glow, and a puff of smoke rises to the ceiling. He removes his pipe from his mouth, and looks at it, then removes the burnt contents and places the pipe in his bag. He holds his hand up and signals for another pint of ale. His eyes remain fixes upon Rose, and he subtly gestures her to come to his table.