She looked on in amusement as the bartender sauntered over to the table and scolded the customers. Their reply was a howl of laughter.
She turned back to her drink and sipped it slowly, feeling an unfamiliar burn rush down her throat.
"Careful there. You never know what kinds of things they might slip into their drinks here," a smooth, silky voice said from out of a sudden hush in the tavern.
She set the mug back down on the bar and turned to face the one who had spoken to her. He was a slim gentleman with long white hair pulled back with a bit of cord. His eyes were an endless pit of forest green and his age was imposible to tell from his youthful appearance. He wore a long hooded, deep blue cloak and carried a beautiful, deadly-looking dagger in the side of his belt which had been sheathed in silver casing.
This had to be her uncle, for the man had a very powerful and ancient presence about him. He nodded slightly to her,"I am The Elf whom you have spoken of. Please, come with me."
He extended his elbow for her to take hold of and graciously escorted her out of the tavern. As soon as they departed from the bar, conversation resumed again.