Once uponn a time there was a land of Dwarves and Trolls and Elves and what not. Surely you've heard of such a thing. Medieval lands, something you might see in a common-day fairy tale. This story takes place within one of these lands. A land called Norianth, an untroubled realm, or so most thought. But enough of this, to the story.

Oi, waiter! cried one of the many drunkards occupying the tavern, Where's my drink? A truly miserable bartender handed him a large mug of ale. The poor bartender never got a break from it all, and his workers, too, had a busy and rather terrible time. This was a busy night. It was a snowy and cold night, much not to the townpeoples' liking at all. So they tucked themselves away in the tavern for a good time.
Also, in this tavern on a barstool, sat a mortal man, stirring around his ale boredly. At his side was a sheathed sword, a sword named Durlindë' or Great Sword' as it is called in English. The sword was wrought of silver, with gold weaving around the blade. On the hilt were many Elven runes engraved on it, although the language was forgotten and cannot be translated into any of the languages that were known at the moment. Anyway, the man was wearing a dark cloak with the hood down, revealing his face. He had rather messy brown hair and fiery green eyes. A fair face, for he was part Elf, but mostly human. He was wearing soft leather boots. The boots allowed him to pass silently:an advantage he much liked. The man's name was Arem.
After awhile, an Elf entered the tavern. The Elf was wearing a green cloak. She had curly blonde hair to her waist and icy blue eyes. She looked unarmed, but then, you never can tell. The Elf's name was Sabrei. Arem, for some odd reason, found her interesting and looked at her with curiousity. The Elf soon noticed and walked over to him, she said in a clear, crisp voice, I noticed you were staring at me.

Was I? replied Arem, I'm sorry.

Sabrei laughed, That's okay. What's your name?



Nice to meet you, Arem. I'm Sabrei.

A pleasure. Arem got up, bowed, then sat back down. Then a loud, gruff voice interupted their conversation, Too many Elves! it cried. Sabrei scowled, she said to the voice, It is a pity you aren't one.
The gruff voice belonged to a Troll named Dak. Now Trolls are odd looking fellows, like Leprechauns, some what. You would have to know the true looks of Leprechauns to know what I mean by this. Leprechauns have odd faces, rather ugly, actually. Their eyes are glazed from years of drinking, and they are short. Very short. This is but a small variation, but I hope it helps.
The Troll scowled also.
The argument droned on for quite awhile, and soon, Arem and a few others joined in. The fight ended with Dak sitting back in his chair, Arem going outside for some fresh air, and the others just sitting back down. Sabrei stood there, and soon went outside with Arem, but couldn't find him.
Arem was on the roof, looking at the stars. Sabrei soon found him, What are you doing up here, of all places?
Arem shrugged, It's a good place to look at the stars.
Sabrei sat next to him, and they started naming constellations, Where's Leo Minor? said Arem after awhile. Sabrei looked, then raised a brow, I don't know. It should be out tonight.

There it is. said a voice from behind them.....