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Zared returned with her drink shortly and she thanked him warmly, though her nod was a bit stiff. He stepped back and watched her take her first sip, which she savored before cracking a small smile. Apple cider, what a little pinprick.
"Very good, that will be all for now."
The half-elf then left her to her drink and she took the opportunity to survey the tavern. A couple of other half-elves she was sure were related to her waiter were scampering around, as well as some hired staff. The establishment was relatively busy, but nothing in comparison to the wretched enovironment of the streets. A shiver tweaked down her spine as she took another sip. She'd overexposed herself today, gotten too close to snapping and letting her demonic side loose. And that certainly wouldn't be good...
She then eyed the room for more interesting inhabitants. She spied a beautiful robed woman at the bar, a plain looking man gorging himself at a lonely table, and a small, sleek black wolf nipping playfully at her waiter's heels. The boy cried, "Bah, Maverick, leave me alone! It's not dinner time yet!"
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