After getting a night of fitful sleep, Storm trudges down the stairs from the tavern room. She reaches the base of the stairs and looks around. Sitting at a table all by herself is the elf Storm had left with previously. Storm sighs heavily and walks away from the stairs. She passes the bar, puts in a quick drink request, and then walks over to the table with the elf.

At first, Storm just stands by the table and stares at the elf. The elf gives the draconian a hesitant smile and gestures to the chair across from her. Without a word, Storm pulls out the chair, spins it around, and sits, resting her arms across the back of the chair.

"Alright. Lets talk."

The barkeep brings over a tankard of ale for Storm and the two fall into quiet conversation.

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