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Zaldir had listened to the Noblewoman chat with the Son of Balder. Apparently her name was Leena. "Popular name, if you've been to the North." The Drow stated. "The previous Lord had a wife with that same name. I use the term previous due to some rumors I have heard on my travels."

Zaldir simply filled the pint in front of him with the red wine, not caring if the barmaid offered glasses. He was beginning to be alert, however. The other drow who nearly started a fight laughed which could only mean one thing. "He knows the massacre and he found me out." he thought to himself. He could never shake off the day it happened, for he was young, a child. Yet somehow, when Death himself seemed to be riding through the massacre, he stayed his hand on young Zaldir, even he did not know why. Some people who were more superstitious then others, believed this meant that Zaldir had a very special role to be placed upon him in the near future.

That, or he was very lucky to have escaped the slaughter. To that thought Zaldir just drank from his cup calmly. He sighed after the initial sip. "I've a bad feeling I'm in for something eventful. Zaldir you fool, you went and placed your foot right into it too."