the door creeked open and a dark figer could be seen closeing the door behind him he steped in to the light he was a tall man grim looking with long dark hair his long black hoodid cape looked old and weather beaten he stroad over to the bar "ale, land lord" he said quietly but in a menecing tone slideing his coins across the bar never takeing his eyes off the bar man the dwarf glaced at him in an un shure way he seemed almost to be debateing whether to hand over the drink but eventualy handid it over the grim man walked away with out a word(or thanks of any kind) and lit his pipe in the darkest corner he could find "welcome stranger" said one of the local hobbits sitting a few tables away but recived nothing but an icey staire as he continued to puff on his pipe and looking round intently as tho he was looking for some one
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'Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.'~ Che Guevara.
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