[Alkanoonion]

Carl woke to the wind and snow hitting the inns bedroom window. Raising to a grumbling stomach or was that the wind? Carl thought as the wind continued its rampage against the glass pain, almost as if it was attempting to gain entry into the room. It was not going to be a pleasant morning for him. Rising out of bed Carl stepped onto the cold floor, Hopping from foot to foot from the cold floor he quickly jumped back onto the bed. Rubbing his cold feet to return the warmth he quickly retrieved a pair of slippers, a new invention for him, before this cold winter he had never warn coverings on his feet but drastic times called for drastic measures.

With his feet now covered Carl walked to the window and looking out at the inns yard he could just make out the snow swirling about, most definitely an unpleasant day thought Carl. Dressing for warmth as well as for protection from the wicked wind Carl made his way to the Common room. On his way out he grabbed his bow a quiver and his trusty dagger.

Entering the common room and finding the innkeeper already up Carl placed his order for breakfast. Sitting down at a bench Carl made quick work of the Porridge that the innkeeper delivered and to wash it all down Carl had a cup of hot tea. Rising from the bench Carl made his way to the stable to prepare his pony from the long day ahead, was getting lite and he needed to leave soon on his way north towards the Brandywine.

With his pony ready Carl made his way out of the inns yard. Once clear of the scanty protection that the inns yard had provided the wind and snow immediately assaulted the young hobbit and his pony forcing them to crouch low, definitely not a good day thought Carl as he made his way north towards the Brandywine.

[ December 03, 2002: Message edited by: Alkanoonion ]