It seemed like an eternity before the large double door to the kitchen swung open and the servers came forward with the food for the weary travelers. There was a large roasted bird, an ample fruit and vegetable platter, and of course, more ale. The barmaid carrying the ale immediately caught Eomore’s eye. She was elven – and exceptionally pretty. But then again it had been almost five weeks since the prince had really looked upon the fair sex. Still, her deep green eyes seared to sparkle and they seemed to reflect every candle in the dining hall. Her hair was long and flowing and was the same hue as a ripening field of grain. She exhibited the typical elven physique, and she moved with the gracefulness of the fair people. The simple brown serving dress revealed her alluring femininity.
The older matron referred to her as Cara, a lovely name to go with a lovely face, thought Eomore.
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