The'ara's mouth went dry as her eyes locked briefly with the newcomer. Quickly glancing away, she swallowed hard and tried to set her lute down gently next to her. It missed its mark, sliding and slapping the floor with an audible thud. Murmuring a moon elven curse to herself, righted it again. Surely it was the cold that made her so clumsy. But why of all times did she have to appear clumsy in front of an attractive man?
Under long, curly lashes, she stole another look at him. His height alone made her blush again. She made to rub her hands together--even if they weren't frozen--and blew on them for good measure. She hoped her barmaid might return with the warm stew and the much needed mulled wine.
Allowing herself to gaze around with more leisure, she took note of the other occupants, her brow furrowing slightly in amusement at the soot covered figure with the towel. Certainly there was a story there to be told--and she very much wanted to listen.
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