Serving tables

[Lilynn]

How had it got to this? Lilynn should have been in the High Elven city, or the territory of the Drow... instead, the white-blonde haired girl was dancing around tables, serving humans.

It had taken her years to accept what had happened. Years of misery, lonliness and hurt. Now, all she felt was numb, but the idea running through the back of her mind.

Smiling to the humans who had taken her in, the ones Lilynn now fondly referred to as Mother and Father, her dark eyes danced with the pretense of happiness as she served a young couple their dinner.

"Hope you enjoy it," she commented cheerily as she took the tray away, bowing a little before heading away back to the kitchens. Shifting the hair tie that was at the bottom of her left braid, which fell down to her waist, Lilynn looked around, waiting for the next dish to come up. After a few minutes, she told the cook to shout her when it was ready and went back out front to clean some tables and keep herself busy.

Every hour she worked was more money for transportation back to the kingdom of the High Elves, and hopefully they may accept her back.

Wiping down one of the many oak tables, the tall girl looked around at everyone happily eating their evening meal, carefree faces visable and laughs easily heard over the constant buzz of chatter.

One day soon, Lilynn would be back where she belonged.

[Rit Megliaf]

This simple inn this fateful night had been gifted with a visit from the lord of this great city himself, Rit Megliaf. As he stepped foot into the inn he was instantly noticed. It wasn't because of his usually fancy way of dressing actually it couldn't be that since he was trying his best to go unnoticed by where simple pesant clothing. But this weak attempt at keeping himself unnoticed failed do to his recognizable size. That and the fact that two soldiers waited just outside the tavern, his escort.

He took a set at a recently washed table, allmost breaking the bench. He had had a long day from reading letter after letter. Complaints about his scurge of religion and the other half were asking to be the next advisors. He read these but didn't care for either. And so he was here to drink all of this out of his mind. So signaling for the nearest waitress to wait on him he tried to forget about everything.

[Lilynn]

Lilynn almost hadn't seen the signal coming from a male who had sat at the second to last table she had wiped down. Why couldn't they sit at ones she had cleaned a while ago? At least then she could do a circle around the inn.

Brushing one of her fine long braids behind her shoulder, the half-elven girl walked over to the man.

"Good even, Sir," she smiled, "Welcome to our Inn. My name is Lilynn, and I will be your waitress for this evening. What can I get for you?" the white-blonde girl asked, the usual friendly, welcoming smile on her face, the one that didn't seem to change from night to night.

[Allura]

Allura walked to a table and took her seat. She was wearing not but her usual leather attire, it was a decent night out and she didn’t see any need for her cloak, she had left it in her room at the inn.

She sat, before she noticed an oddly familiar form at a table, just opposite hers. New to the Realm, she couldn’t quite place him, but for some, odd reason, she felt she should know him.

She waited to be served, as she noticed the nights growing business, and felt a little sorry for the server. Allura never quite understood how one put up with all the rude patrons they had to serve. She was certain, she would end up turning quite a few rude, drunken males into some silly pink fleshy animal had they treated her in that manner.

[Rit Megliaf]

The look on Rit's face made it look like this girl's cheerful maner was an insult right to his face. It wasn't that he wasn't in the mood for cheerfulness it was just that he never was. In other, and much clearer words, he didn't like cheerful people. He had once but that was before his army fell all those many years ago. Now he was just a ruthless dictator.

"An ale," he said grumpyly. Another reason why he didn't like her cheerfulness was because he was used to his slave girl who was allways in a bad mood. He was used to this and nearly demanded it from everyone. Maybe he should make that into a law. Everyone who ever dared to smile would be executed. That would be nice.

[Allura]

Allura watched him, she noticed his grumpy state, his harshness and then, it dawned on her just who he was and she shook her head slightly.

“Of all the places to end up sitting, right across the way of his Majesty Rit Megliaf.” She mumbled to herself.

Allura continued to wait, patiently to be served, her onyx eyes, moving about the room but continued to land on the table where her King sat, his miserable company was perhaps better than none, and she would be satisfied to just sit back and watch things unfold, as with her, she disliked company but loved to watch people, hopefully, this would prove to be an interesting night.

[Lilynn]

Lilynn's face crumpled a little at the sight of the insulted face of the man, but she forced herself to put on a cheery countenance again. "One ale coming right up, Sir," she smiled, but her dark eyes throwing daggers. She had only tried to be friendly. Hearing what the woman had said, Lil muttered under her breath "In the way of, you mean," before heading over to the bar to pour out his drink. To her, it didn't matter if he was royalty in the human town. She was elven, and that was that.

[Rit Megliaf]

Sighing he reached into on of the pouches on his belt and puled out a few pieces of small parchment, crincled from the way that they were stored. He placed them on the table and stared at the blasted things for a moment. What would this batch be filled mainly of, complaints or requests to be an advisor? He closed his eyes and pulled out one of the papers at random. Unfolding it he opened his eyes. Complaint.

Rit read it, read it a second time for a good laugh, and then crunched it in his hand and tossed it onto the floor. Did the common man really think that he cared about them? This one happened to one about how thievery was on the rise. What did he care? His mansion was well gaurded, he had nothing to fear.

Next one. This one was another advisor one. Let's see. The usual. People bragging about how smart they were and how they would make a difference in the world. This seemed to be all that he got and frankly it was boring him. He needed someone that would actually be of some help yet would stand clear of him if that was needed.

He tossed that one away and drew another. Another boring one.

[Allura]

Allura kept her gaze on the King and as he crumpled, page after page of requests and complaints, she thought of something. It was the way the Great Sorcerer Acraroth used to handle these such things, she also remembered his terrible ending as well. She shook her head thinking that perhaps, this King of hers might not follow those very same footsteps and wondered if she might be able to shed some light on his, less than popular ways.

“No, I will not get involved with such things.” She said out loud, but in a very quiet voice.

She sighed again, stood and walked over to his table, her onyx eyes watching him closely still. When she reached the table, she looked at the floor beneath her feet. IT was scattered with crumpled papers and she held back the urge to tell him how rude it was to litter the ground with his filth, leaving others to pick up after him.

“Evening.” She said in a less then friendly manner, her eyes moving back to her King. She would pretend not to know who he was, that made things much easier, it also avoided such niceties as curtsying and showing more respect than he seemed to deserve.