Aramil pulled the hood of his cloak over his head as he truged towards his second home, The Green Dragon. Well the Dragon, my old friend, looks like I'll be staying the night again.
He came to the inn, opened the door and immediatly upon entering felt much better. He pulled his hood down and made his way to his seat at the corner of the bar. "I'll have one the usual." Aramil said to the bartender who had already prepared it before he even said a word. The ale slide down to him and he his hands grapsed the wooden mug. "Well, here's to a long night and forgetting my worries." he said as the cool ale quenched his thrist. Aramil sat at the bar thinking about his troubles. He drank and the more he drank the clearer he thought. Or so he thought. Would be nice to have someone to talk to, sitting by my lonesome over here in the corner.
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