[center][h1][color=bc8dbf]Angfort[/color] ~ [i][color=bc8dbf]Ellaryn Bracegirdle[/color][/i][/h1][/center]

"Lady? Me?" Ellaryn was momentarily lost for words. She recovered quickly though. "[color=bc8dbf]There you go, you can do it.[/color]" She gave him one of her best smiles (which wasn't saying much, since she was so out of practice) and another curtsey. She was just about to say something else to Aelintaur, when the sound of hooves was heard.

[color=f7941d]"Who sent for me?”[/color]

Ellaryn couldn't believe another big folk in as many minutes could be so ill mannered...again. Her barbed tongue and quick wit were both ready to be unleashed on the man. Her mouth opened and just stayed there. She had to rub her eyes in disbelief. Another Elf in the same day. Wearing a pin and....and so polite. "[color=bc8dbf]...Els...[/color]" she whispered, clearly flustered, she went red in the face, having forgotten the ladies name in an instant.

She caught her breath to properly offer both her name and service, when the dwarf appeared also asking after the mysterious letter writer. "What is it with men folk and manners?" she stared hard at the dwarf and saw a pin also displayed openly. Once more she was distracted before she could chastise the latest newcomer. The deranged ravings of Ole Tombud had her startled once again, which she listened to in silence.

The thought of a warm inn out of the dismal cold was very pleasant until she realised she didn't have two silver to rub together. She put her hands in her pockets to check. She had two silver and of course she rubbed them together. She sighed "[color=bc8dbf]We may as well get warm.[/color]" and looked about the village for wherever the inn was hiding.