Arem and Sabrei looked back, to see the bearer of the answer to their question. It was Dak. Odd, thought Arem, Trolls can't usually be so quiet. I'm sorry for what I said in there, said Dak, But, you must admit, it was true! There were many Elves in that tavern! Sabrei laughed, I suppose there were many Elves in there. And since you take back what you said, I take back what I said.
But Arem's nature was not so forgiving. He said nothing.
-Dak extracted to rocks from behind him- Take these. A token of our friendship.
Sabrei took her's, Thank you, said Sabrei, they're beautiful. I am afraid I have nothing to give you in return, I am afraid.
That is okay. I would not except it anyway. But you -He turned to Arem- you do not want your gift?
said Arem, Keep it.
Despite his rather foul mood, Arem forced a smile. He didn't trust Dak, but Dak was indeed trustworthy. They talked for a long while. Despite their different races, they talked and laughed together as if there were never diferences between them.
Shall we go back into the tavern? said Arem after an hour or two of conversating, It's getting cold.
Sabrei and Dak nodded, and the trio jumped down from the roof and walked back into the tavern.
Things had grown a bit quieter, for most of the drunks had either keeled over or made their way upstairs, with help, of course. Dak and Arem sat down at the bar while Sabrei sat by the fire, talking with someone.
Arem said to Dak, Where do you live?
In the Caves of Meriav. Have you ever been there? It's beautiful.
Nay, but I shall visit one day.
Well... you might want to go when it's less guarded. Men nor Elves are allowed in it. Where do you live?
In the Elkwood Forest. That is near where you live, unless I miss my guess.
Dak smiled, It is.
Sabrei ended her conversation by the fire and walked over to Dak and Arem, Hullo! I see you two are getting along nicely.
said Dak, looking at her.

After awhile, a female Elf entered the tavern, an odd gleam in her eye. No one noticed her, save a few of the occupants looking at the door for new arrivals.
The Elf's name was Lenguil. She walked over to Dak, Arem and Sabrei,
They looked at her, they replied in unison.
They introduced themselves and talked for a long while.

Yes, well, I still think he could've done without, said Dak, ordering another drink.
You're going to get drunk with all of the ales you've had, Dak, said Arem.
I don't get drunk easily. Dak took one sip, soon falling off of his barstool.
That's what they all say, Dak. said Arem, looking down at Dak with a smirk on his face.
The smirk disappeared when blood started coming out of his mouth, I think someone poiosned my drink.... Dak croaked before falling into unconsiousness.
It was obvious who did it. Lenguil, who left right before Dak took his sip of ale, had a few words with the bartender. A good man, the bartender, yet he does not know anything about poison or healing, only how to make ale and other brewery products. She was now leaving the tavern.
Sabrei, get her! cried Arem, picking Dak up and starting up the stairs to his room. Sabrei did as she was told, and ran after Lenguil as fast as her legs would take her.