Two days after Zemilia and Sylor left to go scouting people were gathered around the fire place sheltering from a summer storm. They had all worked hard in training and they had just been told that some were to remain behind to ensure that the young were taken care of.
A female elf was leaning against the bar talking to the tempary land lord. "Do you think that the young will be ok? I mean Nialanna has been working very hard and learning alot but I would hope that they would make sure that she was safe being a lady in waiting."
The barman sighed "Tynes, I do not think you will have to worry, they will make sure that as many lives are saved. You heard the roumours that are going around that Zemilia was emotional about loosing as many as she did at Pathway, your husband included. It was not her fault yet she still blames herself. She has gained in wisdom she will do her best to keep as many of us alive as possible. Do not fear for your daughter." The barman smiles reassuringly.
Stories begin to be told as the evening draws in of lost treasure and battles won and of loved ones returning. Tynes leaned against the bar dreaming of what she had accomplished when a gentle cough was heard behind her. Turning she saw that the cough had come from Lortal, having been approached by him earlier she knew roughly where this conversation was going to end up. "Yes, how can I help you Lortal, I have already told you that I can not make you new trousers until the next supplies come in. I just do not have enough material for your... errr... size."
Lortal laughs "I was not going to ask that but rather could I buy you a drink? I mean a beautiful woman like you on a stormy night as tonight could do with the sweet nectar of mead inside you."
Tynes looked startled, she had not been approached for some time but by this man she did not want to know. "I could do with a drink but I am afraid that we are nothing more than aquantanses."
Lortal looks a little down but buys the drink and hands it over, he clips his tankard to hers "Cheers, for a beautiful smile and the best company a man could ever get in this village."
Tynes can not believe her ears, was the man that was known to lie really trying to charm her. Blushing slightly from mild annoyance she drank with a small nod with Lortal. As the tales of hope for the new coming of the down casting of Erathil she paid more attention to the story. A short way into finding that a arm had slipped around her waist, turning she looked at Lortal who held her tighter in an imbrace. Anger flew accross her face as she was kissed fully on the lips, pushing herself away in anger she yelled at him.
"Lortal, don't you ever attempt such a thing again. I don't want you as I do not love you. My heart was for one man and you are not he. Now stop trying to fumble your way into my life and go and find your own woman who is not me!"
With this she turns and leaves the Weary Traveller, anger clearly on her face. The other patrons looked at Lortal who looked heart broken and started wispering amoungst themselves. Lortal left shortly after and the stories continued.