Autumn ran up to the door of the Green Dragon, shivering with cold. She had been wandering around for miles, and now she was cold, tired, and hungry. She had been in this inn once before, and so the timid hobbit pushed opened the door. A warm breeze rushed out to greet her, and she smelled the baking of some delicous smelling food.
Pulling the hood of her worn cloak over her head, Autumn entered the inn. She was greeted by an assortment of eyes, and she smiled hastily around the room at the other travelers. Walking over to the bar, Autumn quickly lowered her hood and asked the barkeeper, who she recognised, for a mug of ale. Autumn sat at the bar sipping her drink as she surveyed the scene around her.
There were all sorts of people in this inn, even some elves. She saw a man standing in the middle of the inn, while near him some dwarves glared angrily at him. Wondering what was going on, Autumn settled back in her stool to listen to these traveler's tales.
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“Words can never convey the incredible impact of our attitude toward life. The longer I live the more convinced I become that life is 10 percent what happens to us and 90 percent how we respond to it." -Charles R. Swindoll
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