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Helian chuckled at that last bit she added but did not comment on it. Instead he drank his wine.

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Laughter reverberated down the tavern of the inn. At some point in time the hall had filled up with locals and perhaps a few more travellers creating a filled inn where the staff worked around the clock to meet their customers needs. Not that they themselves didn't have fun. The festivities seemed to rub off on everything as people loudly partied.

Ale flowed liberally and the musicians played jaunty tunes which had many dancing along in the square reserved for such by.

Helian had a dopy grin on his face when he saw a man stumble from his chair a few tables over.

Lysilde sat at a table in a more quiet part (as quiet as it could get) of the inn and showed only a general appreciation for the mood of the inn. It was nice to see people smile for once. She herself did not drink though.

Midnight was outside, smoking a pipe

and Nemicus well. Nemicus was trying to chat up a woman who was having none of it.