Die Bar-Frauen.
Dear Journal,
i've attracted too much of attention, recently.
A local barmaid Taena asked me:
- 'Oh mister - what's your name? ... and - can i seduce You?',
- 'Nain.' i've answered and left.
Went to a fireplace to think quietly of various advantages and faults, then she persisted again, coming with a bottle this time.
- 'Do You wish to try a local wine?'
- 'If it has Oscuran scent, Natürlich.' - answered coldly for her.
She did return to my company, with another flask then.
- 'One last question, mr Lomyriomendur',
- i've looked at her with a disdain - 'Yes?',
- 'It's about Mr. Cirden Ev'Riana, i've seen him not ... for years - do You know what's he preparing?',
- 'Ein Lightning'.
She left puzzled, daring not to ask any-more.
i drank containts of a bottle, it had indeed traces of an 'Oscuran scent', this time.
-- Lomyriomendur Nain, a Bard of Erevan Ilsere.
... Natürlich.
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