Damon
The man who had greeted me frowns a little, but moves away. From behind me, someone calls out, "Is there anyone here who can make sense of this writing?" I turn around and stroll over, unclasping my sword's sheath from my belt and tossing it onto the man's table. The two men and a woman stare at me, but I ignore this.
"May I?" I ask, looking across at the note.
From here, I can see the writing anyway,and it looks familiar. There are dots and dashes, something I remember faintly from my days in Enthir.
"Elven Runes!" I exclaim triumphantly, "When I was ths Crown Prince, I had to learn them. I'm know as the Dark Shadow now, because I am a bandit, see? These things tend to slip your mind when you are fleeing soldiers and knights."
I give a small bark of laughter, then take a seat opposite the man. They are still staring at me.
"I'm not entirely sure, but they certainly look Elven. But I don't know this Korean of yours."
I look down at the table, wondering if I should give my name. I decide yes and say,
"My name's Damon, and I don't know what a restaurant is or what that is you're drinking, sir."
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