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*walks in, looking a bit tired, and sets a small stack of coins on the bar; smiles as he sees that it's cleared what's left of his tab and even added a bit of credit*

Tavern-spirit, if I ask you for a glass of the first wine I ever tasted, do you understand?

*a glass of wine appears; Glorfindel takes a sip and laughs*

Thank you, spirit. This is exactly it. Possibly the worst wine known to my people.

[OOC: I am re-entering because I left abruptly last time to go drink with band geeks. Am really here this time. Really.]

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*smiles as she walks to him and then leans her head to the side*

why is it so bad?

*turns to the young woman, seeming a bit surprised that she overheard*

This? It is merely a very poor wine, something that one drinks when one is young and knows no better.

I am Glorfindel, at your service, my lady.

*smiles*

I'm Ginny, Kind sir.. What is wine like?

*raises his eyebrows*

You have not tasted wine? Unless you are younger than you seem, that is most strange... I am sorry. It would be strange, were this my world.

*considers how best to describe it*

... good wine, or this wine?

Well I'm 15..and I don't know how old you think I am..but it may be a diffece in our worlds..I mean any wine

*thinks, and decides to begin at the beginning*

All wine is somewhat sweet and somewhat bitter. Some wines are sweeter, some more bitter; this particular wine is far too sweet, almost sickly. Those who are inexperienced often prefer it because the sweetness covers the flavor of the liquor.

In my world, a mortal of fifteen years would most likely know ale better than wine.

*she smiles and then nods*

ohh I understand..what is ale? sorry if i am Bothering you with these Questions

Ale... *hesitates; ale is more a mortal drink*

Do you know what beer is? I have far less knowledge of either than I have of wine, but I do know that the two are similar.

ohh yeah I know what that is..but I am not sure I'm a mere Mortal..I can die..but i'm a witch

A mortal user of magic? I have known some such, in my time, but none so young as you. Are you not a mere child?

*ginny leans her head to the side thinking about this*

But..am I not supose to..I have known how to work some magic. for a while..I am not sure what you consider a child

Youth among my people lasts much longer than among mortals; I am never entirely sure myself what ages correspond. Your pardon if I have offended by calling you a child, lady.

*turns back to the bar*

A good wine this time, please, spirit.

*shrugs and smiles* nah..you've not offended me..kind sir. I was just wondering about were your from is all because some time people act like I'm a child..and some times people around here think I'm adult

I see.

*looks her up and down*

It seems to me, my lady, that you are at an age that balances upon the edge. It is as easy to imagine a land where a woman of fifteen years is expected to take a husband as one where a girl of fifteen years still lives under the protection of her father's house.

... My lady, I fear I must leave on a brief errand. If fortune is with me, I will return before the night is out.

*bows, and leaves*

*noticing Glorfindel, Crowley slips over from his own table and, with no other formality than a courteous incline of the head, he begins to talk - quietly enough that nobody else can hear him*

Unless I'm very much mistaken, you're elven-kind. I know by the look of you.

*is at first not much surprised that someone recognizes him, then remembers that the inside of this tavern is not in the same land as the outside and is considerably more surprised*

I am, lord. Glorfindel, once of Rivendell, at your service.

*to himself*

Everything exists somewhere...

I am Crowley. Glorfindel, once of Rivendell, I need your help.

I will do what I can, my lord Crowley. What help is it that you need?

A trade. Ask what you will of me and, if I can, I will provide. In return, I ask for some armour. A hauberk. Míthril.

... mithril?

My lord, I hardly dare ask, but what battle awaits you that you have need of a hauberk of mithril? There has not been need of such armor among my people for many lives of men, but if the need of it is great, I can provide it.

And the need is great. You have my gratitude, lord Glorfindel, once of Rivendell. And what would you ask of me?

[OOC: Wah. I am too lazy to put the accent-mark on "mithril." I feel like a very, very inadequate geek. Also, wow, I did not realize that I had said "need of" quite that many times. I blame the band geeks. Also their beer.]

*hesitates; when he speaks, it is softly*

I do not know what I could ask for, lord. Survive your battle, and we shall speak of it then.

Very well. I feel compelled to warn you, however, that your chances of being repaid after my battle are... not so high as at present.

Still, my thanks again, lord Glorfindel.

I... would ask that you not speak of this. To anyone.

I will not, lord. But... how am I to bring you the hauberk, and how quickly? If none are to know of it, it is surely best not to bring it through the tavern, and yet I can think of no other way to meet you.

It would be well if it were done as quickly as possible. How swiftly can you bring it? As a place for the giving of it, this will have to suffice.

If I leave now, lord, I believe I can return within the hour.

... Unless time moves differently here than outside, as I have reason to believe it does. But I will bring it to you as quickly as I can.

If it troubles you, it can wait a small while. I have a day or two yet before I hope to need it.

*hesitates*

I think it is best that I go now, lord. The difference in time may affect my return, and I fear that I may be delayed by others in my own land. I will return as soon as I may.

*stands, downs the last sip of his wine, and leaves the bar*

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