Annalaliath steped into the inn, she had had a long journy behind her. Her mud spatered cloths were hanging limply about her for the rain and her cloak had not done much for keeping her dry. She shook off the cloak, as it stuck to her otherlayers of colathing as she waked to the bar. Her long dirty blond hair hung limlpy about her ovious elvin features. But her keen steal blue eyes were bright as ever, and always attentive to the smallest action, or beuty that could be found.
Although this place was small,being made for Hobbits, she liked it. She noticed the other patrins sitting at their drinks and food and wondered what they were thinking. After ordering what ever the nightly meal was and some ale she sat in a corner by herself. Took out an old battered book, pages all blank, some charcoal and started to draw her surroundings.
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