[Abelas reclines in his seat, draping his arm over the back of his chair. Drinking wine from a mug was a special new low, but it was wine. Been litteral ages since he had any. He wasn't going to complain.
He didn't answer for now, the other elf had already inquired about it, and if he hadn't heard of it there was no chance Abelas would himself. He was willing to listen though.]
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He didn't answer for now, the other elf had already inquired about it, and if he hadn't heard of it there was no chance Abelas would himself. He was willing to listen though.]