"You never know what you have until it is gone." These words echoed through Aellwenn's mind. She had been away longer than she had anticipated. The aroma of stale beer and vomit hit her nostrils by all accounts this was no place for a lady. But she was more than capable of keeping her head low until an opportune time. There were a few glances thrown her way as the lady's hooded figure glided across the stonework. Her lips curled into an amused smile as Butterbur squinted at her asking "Ye' ain't one o' them Rangers are ye? We don't want any trouble now." With a chuckle, she replied using her faint Rohirric lilt "No old friend. I am not, now be a dear and get me a drink." The barkeep went pale as if he had seen a ghost and scrambled to get the lady her wine. "Ye' ain't going t' have a bunch of men fighting over ye' are ya? If ye' be the person I remember your folk used t' give this tavern plenty t' stare at." Aellwenn raised a brow at the innkeeper's words "I was much younger then, when you are sixteen or even eighteen you think that the entire world is focusing on you. No darling, if anyone fights over me it won't be because I started it. And I most certainly would tell them to heel." After exchanging words with Butterbur she nestled herself into a corner with her goblet of wine. Remembering the antics of her younger days with a fond smile.
