"Good for you," Dauphin replied. "Now that I've got s drink, I was hoping to drop all of that high-falutin' 'since last the moon was full' talk. If you're willing to do the same, join me by the fire; else, you can go talk to muscles at the bar."
Eltoon clearly shuddered at the casual dismissal of formal introductions, but soon smoothed his features clear of emotion, nodding his head once and retracting his proferred hand to pick up his glass.
The two proceeded to the threadbare chairs that had been set aside for guests of importance near the inn's hearth; the scum loitering around with their dirty tanakards of ale weren't allowed near for fear of ruining the heirlooms, but clearly two nobles were trusted well enough by the owner.
For Dauphin, it was quite the relaxing experience to sink into the cushions following her long ride.
"I'm just going to relax here for a while," she said. "I warn you that I may close my eyes, and maybe even smile in comfort, but I assure you that it has nothing whatsoever to do with you and that I am paying full attention to your words. So tell me: why do you want to talk to me, Eltoon of Drashmire?"
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