Huan walked down the quiet road. His feet were painful and his knees were hurting badly. The sight of an Inn further ahead seemed to comfort the pain a bit and he hastened his pace. His cloak was swept by a gust of wind and flew back. It got loose from his neck and flew away. Cursing the wind he went after it and soon recollected the cloak from a bush. Now the road was longer once more. Nothing more than a few steps, but annoying nonetheless. His mood wasn’t improved and he decided to stop walking and start running. He was more than fed up with this trip and the Inn seemed to be unreachable. He grasped his hat tightly so it couldn't be blown off and in a last effort he finally reached the sturdy Inn door.
The people inside didn't notice him much and he hung his cloak on the rack which was beginning to get stuffed. He walked to a table and crashed down on a chair. A nice lady came and asked if he needed anything. He was satisfied with an ale and a warm meal. He filled his pipe and lit it. Finally at peace, he scouted around for a familiar
face, but expected none.
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