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Subject: The Tavern Author: Madjael [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 15:20:44 06/29/02 Sat He needed to meet Namun soon. Madjael's quick breath clouded infront of his mouth, in small puffs of vapour. The streets were darkening, oil lamps were being light somewhere ahead of him. Few people ever went out on the streets when it was dark, even if it was barely 7 O'Clock. Madjael was glad to reach the back alley that led the way behind small, slum-like houses to the Rusty Chain's kitchen. He had always used the back door, being on good terms with the landlord and his wife. As well as knowing all too many of the 'extra' bar girls. He knocked loud three times on the door. Drea would know it was him, but it was not her who opened the door. A young man with blond hair and wide green eyes. Like Anawiel, Madjael thought breifly. "You look new. Is Drea here?" He thought he might as well be nice to the him. Being new in a place like Minas Tirith was hard at the best of times. And now certainly wasn't the best of times for many of the citizens. "She's just at the table. I'm Harion." The man's accent was foriegn, possibly from For-lands ( For - North in Sindarin ) "Madjael," he replied nodding, "Hello Drea! How is my favourite girl tonight?" Madjael walked over to her. His words caused her to blush deeply as always. She was a sweet girl, barely 15. She spoke in a slow stilted voice, not use to conversation. "I am fine. Thank you for asking, as always. Savinia is not working tonight I am afraid." Madjael grinned, not that Drea could see it, as Harion looked at him with a strange look on his tanned face. "I am a respectable man tonight Drea. But if you want me, I'm right here for you." Drea blushed to a deeper beetroot colouring as Madjael entered the main tavern, waving a goodbye to Harion. The place was busy already, but he could not see Namun among any of the women there. Madjael ordered a pint of ale before joining a group of his fellow warriors, keeoing a close eye on the main door. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]