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D'win
Guest
The apperence of the woman went unnoticed, even though she just appered. She was old, ancient even, and she finally looked it. She was weathered, with wrinkles around her eyes and her hair was limp looking and had white and silver in it. Her hands however were still young and very quick, flicking as if they were reaching or writing.
Quietly she walked to the bar and ordered fruits and a glass of their oldest elven wine. Taking the order she looked and found a seat at a table close to the fireplace and sat down, facing the door. After she had settled down she pulled out a book, which looked even older then her and quietly began to write. Those who sat near the table would have had to strain to hear the scratching of the quill, but there was no sound from it. 'I sit waiting for one who is far younger then me, but has the knowleage of one my age. Hopefully this reunion goes well.'
She kept writing and also began to eat her meager meal. Taking a sip of the wine she grimaced. "Augh, this tastes horrible, not nearly as sweet as I remember." Settling the glass down she went back to her writing and her waiting.
Quietly she walked to the bar and ordered fruits and a glass of their oldest elven wine. Taking the order she looked and found a seat at a table close to the fireplace and sat down, facing the door. After she had settled down she pulled out a book, which looked even older then her and quietly began to write. Those who sat near the table would have had to strain to hear the scratching of the quill, but there was no sound from it. 'I sit waiting for one who is far younger then me, but has the knowleage of one my age. Hopefully this reunion goes well.'
She kept writing and also began to eat her meager meal. Taking a sip of the wine she grimaced. "Augh, this tastes horrible, not nearly as sweet as I remember." Settling the glass down she went back to her writing and her waiting.