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Post by Rowenna on Jun 15, 2006 16:58:27 GMT -5
The scent of ale in the thickened air was strong, even tempting, as Rowen put her back against the wall in a secluded area in the back, arms wrapped around one another. True, there was little tangible subject to sulk over, and perhaps it was through this she resisted the urge to visit the counter. Or maybe it was because the barkeep didn’t want her there. Or perhaps it was because she had no money to speak of. Whatever worked.
Eyes went down to the floor, as she stood in silence for some time, moments escaping her one by one. She didn’t know how long it was, though it didn’t feel as though more than a moment. Whatever the time, Rowen didn’t think it long enough to shift uncomfortably, leave, and seek out Lerris.
Gradually, the tables about her grew strangely empty, so it was only a matter of time before the barkeep caught her again. After all, it was entirely possible that these boards were bare of costumers because Rowen had happened to be there in the first place. There was one or two companies, however, that risked braving their stay in the midst of one so crazed as she. As she remained, she paid little heed to the few, though with time, it became difficult to block out their voices. The sound penetrating her blockade, she came to know of the matter they discussed. A matter she could not bring herself to ignore.
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