Everlyse stops at the stairs and looking around in the Inn, can't see any familiar faces around. Heads to the counter and orders something to eat.
Iarvenuil nods his head politely at the woman who entered, before turning his gaze back to the flames. Occasionally, he'd inhale from his pipe, and slowly blow out the smoke.
Everlyse glances back at the man by the fire while she is waiting for her meal, grins for a moment and turns back to the bar to order some wine too.
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