'Ah, from Rivendell.'
Lady Léspheria, spoke of the sons of Elrond, which he had not seen since the war. They had made the journey through the path of the dead and battled and won the fleet of Umbar with Aragorn, and though they were victorious over the darkness of Sauron, much pain still lingered, though mostly in memory. He looked to Lady Léspheria and said,
'How are the sons of Elrond? It has been long since I have seen or talked with them.'
Another came over to the table, and thinking he had not paid, he pointed to his name already signed and the amount paid.
'I only need the key for a room, for it has all been paid.'
Aman looked at him with a scowl, and and reluctantly nodded. Silvanis aquired a room key and Aman described its view and all, and Silvanis nodded and thanked her. He did then examine his remaining coinage and saw it was quite low, so he paid her for the second ale and stuffed the bag away.
Turning back to the fair elf Léspheria, and having the attention of Aman, both wishing to know my business in the Shire. For it seemed that ones business in a Shire Inn was to be everyones. Silvanis smiled and leaned back in his chair, taking a drink of his ale he then spoke.
'I have been up north, in the icy wastes hunting. It was a good hunt of the great white wolves that linger there, and I have many a skin and fresh meat packed. I am going south to trade them for goods uncommon here in the north, and will again return in two years time to the north. I have come west to this Inn, for rumor had it that it was the only part of the Shire open to men, and I always wished to see the land of the halflings. Usually I will be found at the Forsaken Inn east of Bree, though I hear there are plans to tear it down for a new east road.'
He stopped and sipped again his ale and looked about the Inn, which seemed filled with mostly fair women. Silvanis decided when he finished his ale he would retire to his room and clean up. But there was still plenty in his tankard. So he went on speaking,
'It has been a fair summer, yet a cold breath followed me down from the north, making this cold rain this day. But surely it will return to the seasons warmth come the morn, and maybe this fire wont be necessary.'
Silvanis asked if he could partake in another bowl if the Suthern Star, thinking he would use some of his last coinage to buy some while in the Shire.
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(OOC: Thanks for the setting piosenniel. I qued on a previous post about the unseasonal weather and used it. I had not the time to read 14 pages of Inn talk since I will be on my way shortly.)
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