<a class="username" data-user-id="24928" data-username="@Illven" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/24928/">@Illven</a><br/><br/>"Sune bless you."  The toothy blonde<a class="link link--external" href="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcQ4T5rfOkcy9Smtl9Tul7rK0Qh7cGpD6UWrmg&amp;usqp=CAU" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">girl </a>at the next table said in reaction to the elf's sneeze.  Once the pair made eye contact Aerendyl might notice the shiny eyes of a desperate girl fighting off tears, despite the forced smile.  "Hello" she said in reply, looking down at her own empty table as she blinked away her tears but not before one fell down her left cheek.  She took a deep breath, as if steeling herself, to decide upon a course of action she had been considering.  She looked back up at the elf, her lower lip quivering slightly as she said meekly.  "Are you going to eat that?"<br/><br/>The words had barely left the blonde's lips when a dry crackly voice rose from the small bar where the White Winged Griffon's owner was perpetually perched.  "I've 'ad about enough of you hanging about here, not buyin' so much as a crust of bread and now begging from my payin' customers."  The old man stood to his full height of 5'5", the difference from his seated height barely noticeable.  He grabbed an ancient looking straw broom, wielding the handle as if it were a sword, waving it at the poor blonde as if to throw her out of his establishment.