Feeling satisfied her words have been heard and understood suddenly the High Elf is overcome by the relaxation brought on by her multiple cups of Elvin wine. She realizes the crowd is getting roudy and it does not fit her mood. It is time to retire, she tells herself. She rises and moves to the door touching the Bard on the shoulder as she passes, speaking a gentle,"good night".

Leu's wink does not go unappreciated. It is as if there is a deeper understanding between Sundirra and he now, deeper than things spoken of. She smiles to him.

dear one, your focus, your longing, your questions, your emotions. They swirl around you as you want your answer so dearly. It forms as an eddy in flow of the energy that thickens in this place. Thing are gathering. It is not yet clear for what.

The energy gets thicker by the day. It is as if some kind of vartex is forming around us all. And you pull it to you in your desire to know. It is as the old Elfin saying, be careful what you ask for, it will come to you.

oh, its all seeming par for the course here. I feel your answer is coming sooner than you might expect.

"may I join you then? I will purchase a round for the room - for all who will drink you!"

"hello" to Alatariel. "reading the parchment again? You do look tired"

"Then drink and make merry as you wish, dear human. Perhaps tomorrow . ." Sundirra's mind now filled with things other than her own self pity. It can't be normal even for this place. So many oddities. People with nightnmares, people without memory, poisoning, robberies, this ring that took a finger and now to hear that Jericho will die, magic that defies the spell of Barbus. There must be some consulting to be done.

Perhaps this is not the time dear fellows, but my instincts are a tad more serious than the mood you two are in. What think you, Calliope?

Things are amiss. Too much for coincidence. My magic stands my hairs on end.

So much going on right now. Is it Barbus's absence or is it nearing time for confrontation in this land?

she looks to the Hobbit and the Bard with a look of inquiry. What has happened?

Oh my, Jericho, what happened here then? Your hand!

Sundirra looks at the walls and wonders what has happened in her absence. Then notices the Chronicle posted on the wall, "another robbery?" she asks

Sundirra walks quietly into the Inn, goes straight to a table and sits only half facing the room. She is relieved the Inn is not full and lively. Since hearing the Bard's song two days hence she has not been herself. He sang her life with his words and the vision she once witnessed in her grandmother Sorcerress's crystal ball suddenly became so very real. It was a vision of the evil killing of her parents at the time of her own birth leaving her to be cared for by Pixies until her stepmother was found and took her to a new home in a land far away. Sundirra has been with the Pixies for two days now weeping and suffering between emotions. First saddness so dark and hopeless, then anger like a vengence against all evil. Coming into the Inn tonight and seeing Leucippus upon arrivel, her melancholy has returned. She smiles slightly to the little group by the bar and turns her head for fear she will shed a tear.

Sweet Leucippus! My heart is moved and now touched by yours. We have lost our loved ones to Evil itself. Your song sings my pain also. I am your ally. I thank you!

Sundirra suddenly startles and then quickly rises to her feet. "Theogen, I thank you for wine and company. I will speak to you again if you wish of your memory. But now I have a pressing engagement I cannot delay. Forgive me, I must run. To the rest of you I bid good evening." Sundirra moves toward the door.

So, it is your early life you have lost. And now you fight to survive, you fight to remember and you fight to forget your dreams. It sounds like fighting has lost you your past for you and fighting keeps it from you.

Oh, pardon me. I thought you said . . perhaps it was only the thought I heard. I am sorry. But it was so clear as if you told your dream. My Elvin wine and the romance of dark glass must be weakening my propriety. I will maintain my boundaries from now on.

Well, if there are any to advise you it would be the Northern Dwarves. It is said they have fires hot enough to melt the hardest rock. I would be intrigued to drink from your vessel and taste what magic reformed dark volcanic glass.