Achae dusted herself off and looked to the warmth of the Green Dragon. It was the inn recommended to her by one of her Hobbit companions whom she had spoke with during the long ride to the Shire. As she trodded along through the road, she sighed, "Why ever leave my home?" she asked herself, this wouldn't be the first time either. Achae stumbled into the stable, and peered at her unfamiliar surroundings. She gently patted one of the horses foreheads and sang silently to herself. A song that her mother had taught her so many years ago. Looking around once more, she noticed a familiar face that she hadn't before.
"Sadbh?"
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