Aldor woke up with a start, having fallen asleep under the shadow of the large tree, which had now moved off from him as if it didn't care if he became blinded by the sun. He stretched and yawned and made his way back to the Inn.
Once he stepped inside it took awhile for his eyes to become adjusted to the dim light, he walked up to the counter and asked for a cold cider, which he recieved with a smile. He thought it still too early to enjoy a nice pint of ale.
His clear blue eyes scanned the room, he noticed Kiyvan and waved to him, then he noticed a girl or a women rather, he couldn't quite tell but she had a frail delicate figure and looked lonely. The young man from Rohan made his way to her and introduced himself,
"Hello Miss, my name is Aldor, may I join you, I noticed that you seemed lonely and thought I could give you some company".
He smiled politely as he waited for her to respond.
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"...for the sin of the idolater is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others.
-8:9:4 The Witness of Fane"
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