Her decision made quickly, Elith slips in through the tavern door. It was the smell that nearly gagged her, what it was made by, she could not tell. But, what was better, facing the unknown, stealthy figure on the path outside, or dealing with this overwhelming stink?!
Elith was so, so tired. "Since when do I jump at shadows?", she wondered to herself. "And do I really care if it smells so badly in here?" She sensed, more than saw, someone entering the doorway just behind her. She felt the grip of a strong hand and heard a deep, softly spoken voice say, "So, little one, how very far you have strayed this eve'.
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