Dyanviir sat alone in the corner, watching closely and warily. He could tell the people of this land were kind and honest, as he had seen at the bar, but he was glad to keep his sword. It was rather hard for him to feel entirely relaxed, despite the merry folk around him.
He sipped his drink and thought it tasted sweet. It seemed to warm him, even though he hid from the warmth many others loved. Indeed, he had tasted finer ale in Bree, but he did not care as this was a merrier and safer inn than any he had seen there.
He took off his cloak and set it next to his sack. Underneath it were light shades of yellow, green and brown, well worn and torn but light and faithful - indeed he would not part with them for the fairest of elven cloth. They seemed to be unfamiliar to anyone who glanced at them, but fair and natural, as if something no city of men would, or indeed could, have woven. Beneath them he hid a light metal vest, but it did not slow his movements.
Around his neck he wore, from a golden chain, a pearl, pink, embedded in a golden locket. It was no bigger than a large grape, halfed from top to end and covered in soft, swirling white patterns. It did not seem to belong to any culture. It was not light, but it was not dark. It was soft and fair but somehow not desirable. He hid it beneath the first of his many layers of garments.
Suddenly he glanced up. He noticed now for the first time the elven bow the woman at the bar wore. He thought to himself, curious as to how many armed people were in the Shire. He eyed it for a moment, admiring the craftsmanship he recognised, a kind of which not even his father could have ever made, and then cast his gaze elsewhere.
He finished his drink and looked down at the table. He knew he had been taking his thoughts too seriously, and that no real danger could be found in this bar. Yes, there were a few armed, but there were many more not so, and he knew there was a peace loving feeling the guests seemed to share between one another. He sighed, and put down his glass. He picked up his bag and hung it on his back, and then lifted his sack and cloak and carried them over his shoulder. He knew he would need a room.
[ July 21, 2003: Message edited by: Dynaviir ]
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