He looks up into the sky for a while, his black hair flowing in the cool mid afternoon breeze breeze, and then quite hastily he makes his way back into the Green Dragon, quietly closing the sqeaking door behind himself.
He then walks very quickly towards the counter inside the Inn, and order yet another ale since he has nothing better to do.
After a few minutes he walks over to a corner in the Inn, sits down in a chair and trys to take a quick nap.
[ December 20, 2002: Message edited by: Aragorn2002 ]
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