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Beren87 · 07-16-2003, 02:53 PM

Beren silently sipped back his ale, feet up as he reclined in the lovely rocking chair present in his room. He laughed silently to himself remembering the innkeeper's obvious concern over his monetary situation. That, thankfully, was one thing he wouldn't have to worry about for quite a bit. His purses were many, and most all were still full, even though the trip had been a long one. He was crafty, if nothing else, so even if his money did run out eventually, there shouldn't be too much of a problem earning more in this pleasant little town.

He carefully observed his surroundings, the warmth of the small coals in the hearth going through him. There wasn't even a draft coming from the window, the building was made quite well. The table to one side had 4 chairs sitting around it, but being the newcomer he was, he doubted there would be much entertaining going on. He idly twirled the key through his fingers, debating whether or not to rest up here or to go down and mingle with the rest of the guests. His form was slightly daunting here, being among the hobbits, but he admired the little people's general acceptance of strangers, be they truly strange in shape. Even the lovely innkeeper seemed to be of at least Rohanesse decent.

In the end he decided instead to order up a good lunch for himself from the cook. Hopefully she would have some scraps left over from dinner that he could eat. He knew such inns didn't like to cook entire new meals just for one guest, so there was no bother with that. A traveler can't be picky, that's what the ones who had come back told him during their stories when he was a child. He had always loved listening to this stories, he'd know what he wanted to do his entire life, because of them.

"Ah, and I've finally gone about it too. A traveler! What a life" he silently exclaimed to himself, the words cutting the silence in the room. He arose out of the chair, and proceeded to clean himself up the best he could with the water bowl in his room.

"Well, traveling is certainly wonderful, but it does play horrid things with my features."

07-16-2003, 02:53 PM	#347
Beren87 Master of the Secret Fire Join Date: Oct 2001 Location: Between fire and ice, death and life Posts: 2,241	Beren silently sipped back his ale, feet up as he reclined in the lovely rocking chair present in his room. He laughed silently to himself remembering the innkeeper's obvious concern over his monetary situation. That, thankfully, was one thing he wouldn't have to worry about for quite a bit. His purses were many, and most all were still full, even though the trip had been a long one. He was crafty, if nothing else, so even if his money did run out eventually, there shouldn't be too much of a problem earning more in this pleasant little town. He carefully observed his surroundings, the warmth of the small coals in the hearth going through him. There wasn't even a draft coming from the window, the building was made quite well. The table to one side had 4 chairs sitting around it, but being the newcomer he was, he doubted there would be much entertaining going on. He idly twirled the key through his fingers, debating whether or not to rest up here or to go down and mingle with the rest of the guests. His form was slightly daunting here, being among the hobbits, but he admired the little people's general acceptance of strangers, be they truly strange in shape. Even the lovely innkeeper seemed to be of at least Rohanesse decent. In the end he decided instead to order up a good lunch for himself from the cook. Hopefully she would have some scraps left over from dinner that he could eat. He knew such inns didn't like to cook entire new meals just for one guest, so there was no bother with that. A traveler can't be picky, that's what the ones who had come back told him during their stories when he was a child. He had always loved listening to this stories, he'd know what he wanted to do his entire life, because of them. "Ah, and I've finally gone about it too. A traveler! What a life" he silently exclaimed to himself, the words cutting the silence in the room. He arose out of the chair, and proceeded to clean himself up the best he could with the water bowl in his room. "Well, traveling is certainly wonderful, but it does play horrid things with my features."