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"I was looking for some adventure in the mountans when I got here. It's been a long time since I've wandered where ever." Ruric paused at a door. "This way" He said walking thru it into a little room with walls lined with wine casks. "I think we found it." He said.

Ruric takes the bottle and sips from it. "Blech, elf spit..." he says as he spits the wine out. "What I need is some good, strong, dwarven ale..." He says as he seaches the walls.

Vathiel took another bottle from the wall and took a sip from it, testing it herself. It was not the best she'd had, and not the worst, but in all enough to fill her somewhat.

"It does taste a little bitter... at first. You get used to it after a while, and actually enjoy it afterwards." she said to Morea.

"Perhaps they have some Dwarven Ale in those barrels in the corner there." she said to Ruric, gesturing towards the far right corner. Three large, round barrles sat side by side, and the Ainu thought she could make out a Dwarven label.

Morea looked around, she carefully stepped over some broken bottles and swiped her finger against a shelf filled with empty bottles and . "This place reminds me of Mordor in the spring." she muttered cleaning the dust from her finger tips.
Hius snorted at her comment. "No young one, in Mordor there was always smelled of orc and burning flesh. Let's also not forget the pungent smell of unbated men."
"You got a point there." She agreed pulling out another bottle and shook it to check if any wine was in there. She then began to open the bottle.
"I wouldn't try that little one, if I were you." Hius warned her.
It was too late the bottle cap fell off and the wine shot all over her once clean face. She gasped and stuttered, waving her arms around in a mad frenzy, knocking empty and full bottles about.

Vathiel was moving her hand to stop Morea when wine flew everywhere, but mostly on the wraith. Vathiel had to bite her lower lip to keep from laughing. She felt she was going to laugh anyway, so turned from the scene and searched for a cloth. Finding one resting on top of a bottle, she shook the dust off and offered it to Morea to clean herself off.

Still silent and pondering, Halloth brewed over the conversation that went on in the hall. The company of people had left, so she took it upon herself to move slightly into a different position so she could listen to the commotion going on in the other room.
What an odd bunch, she thought to herself, slowly surveying the large hall. I wonder when this storm will subside...
Halloth move ever so slightly and slowly, working her way down the hall, and settling herself next to a tall book shelf. With a branch [which could be called a hand, but, since technically she is a tree, she doesn't have any hands] , the Ent gently ran a 'finger' down the wood, allowing it to follow the delicate patterns of the wood.

She heard a many sounds from the other room, consisting of thrashing and breaking bottles, so she froze, listening carefully, trying to understand what was going on.
What an odd bunch, she thoguht again, smiling ever so slightly before resuming her still stance.

Vathiel smiled at Morea as she went about gathering herself. It was a very funny sight to see, but the Ainu also felt slightly sorry for the wraith, so held back total laughter.

As the soft sound of wood and branches creaking whispered through the halls, Vathiel caught herself still and eyed the doorway. As she she listened more closely, she felt sure it was an Ent, but not sure enough to make any sort of move on the thought. Vathiel took a step closer to Hius as he spoke towards the sound, half out of curiousity, and half out of her cautious behavior.