"...should you?" The'ara asked, her voice lilting with curiosity. "I yield from the moon elven city of Silverfall, but... as for where I'm going..." She brought her small shoulders up in a shrug. "Even I know not where I'm heading. I'm just... passing through."
Her eyes scanned the room over the everyone within the tavern. "I suppose on a philosophical level, that's true of everyone. We're all just... passing through."
That made her think again of Shale, wondering whatever became of him. If... But she couldn't think of that. She blinked fast and treated herself to a long pull from her wine before setting her goblet down again. Smiling prettily, she asked, "Are you also running from something--toward something?"
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