A dwarf and a woman, quite the unusual pair. They had been on the road since before the sun this day and they were both tired a hungry. "What about stopping here?" The woman, Peony, suggested.
Deva stroked his long beard. "The Green Dragon? I haven't stayed here before, but it looks as good a places as any. Come on then, let's go get ourselves a room."
Peony followed Deva into the inn and it was a nice little place. The two must have looked an odd pair. A short, brownhaired, long bearded dwarf. And a tall, frail looking woman with long red hair and sharp green eyes.
"I'll get us a room, Peony." Deva said as he headed to the front desk.
Peony nodded and looked for a place to sit down. Her feet were tired and she wasn't going to be able to stand much longer. She found a table in the back and hoped Deva would find her when he returned. Meanwhile she looked around for someone to talk to.
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