[steve]

Aproaching slowly toward the Green Dragon Inn trots a old, thin horse, looking as if it had been suffering from malnutrition for some time. Upon the creature's back sat a cloaked figgure with his head down.

As the figgure approaches the inn he dismounts and walks the horse into the stables. "Take good care of him, and feed him... if thou would" he said with a low trembling voice that sends a shiver down the spine of the stable hand. The shrouded man turns and walks toward the entrance to the inn.

He takes the doornob and turns it slowly opening the door. Stepping inside he removed his hood, revealing his pale jaded face, which looks aged far beyond his years, and a head of long straight white hair. The stranger walks up to a stool at the end of the bar and sits down and opens his pack letting his, which seemed oddly out of place with him, very rotund cat out of his pack, and allows it to climb up onto his lap.

He raises his hand and calls over the barmaids. "Would it be possible for a traveler to get some food and drink?" "Yes Sir" she replies, and walks away.

The Barmaid returns with his food and drink and he begins to eat when he feels someone pulling on his cloak. He turns around to see a young hobbit, no older then 12. He looks to the hobbit "yes, what is it child?" The little hobbit looks up at him "What is your name sir? My name is Dudo."
The man replies "One who is traied by death himself needs no name, but if you must, call me Cygnus." "ok" the hobbit replies, "Can I pet your kitty?" Cygnus looks down at the hobbit lad "alright."

He sits back as the young hobbit plays with his cat.