Adonia walked silently towards the worn form of The Green Dragon. It's illuminated windows warmed the trodden streets that she walked upon and gave off a sense of closure. She hoped to find rest there, she had been fleeing from a pack of wargs all night. Seeing a pool of blood on the doorstep, Adonia feared the worst might be inside. Pushing aside the door she sighed with relief, it was all that she would expect to find here. Pushing through the crowd she collapsed onto a bench in the back. As she pulled down the hood of her cloak, some stares came with it. She was no hobbit, elf, or man, she was an enchantress from far away. Her ice cold eyes met the stares whose owners quickly turned away, not wanting any trouble that night...
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