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Meditating

“You seek a tavern,” Hingalas suggested brightly. 

“A public house? Is there one hereabouts?”

Hingalas nodded at the Wood-elf. “There is even dancing, on some evenings.”

“I am in no mood for dancing,” Parnard said with a frown. “Do you drink much?” he asked, eyeing Hingalas closely. 

The fair-haired elf smiled at him and nodded. “When celebrating, yes.”

“And you are celebrating this rope creation of yours, yes?  Then let us go to this tavern. If there is dancing, well, I cannot help that. Lead on, lead on…”

“Come, then. The wine will not drink itself.”