after meeting his friend on the road. The not so strange stranger asked him if he knew anywhere they could find food. He smiled a broad grin. One that he used often in the taveren.
I know a place that serves fine ales and good food. I'll take you there Irewnath. They strolled for not long. Over some hills and down some paths. Over and under they whent. Then finaly they found there spot.
Throw the doors of the green dragon. Then to a table where he saw a familar face. He smiled back and they made there way over for a talk and a pint. He couldn't help but smile when he came here. Good food, good friends, and most of all the best ales.
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