[elf-girl-63]

Aranel stamped her feet at the door of the inn and slowly pushed it open. She shook her long dark hair out of her face and stepped inside. The rain had just about stopped as she reached her destination- The Green Dragon. The inn had been recommended by a mysterious traveller who was on their way home. She couldn't remember his name but he'd been very brooding and very reluctant to share any information during the night that they'd camped out together, but she was pleased with the recommendation. The inn looked to be very comforting.

It was decorated in a typically hobbit fashion, yet with enough space even for the tallest of travellers. Aranel smiled to herself and made her way over to the bar. A stout hobbit was stood there, eyeing up the woman although with no hint of surprise on her face. She was obviously used to new and unusual visitors- even those dressed in plain clothes but with... certain airs. Aranel was somewhat glad, she did not wish to be talked about.

Nodding her head, she smiled again and stuck out her hand 'Good afternoon, I am Aranel. I wondered if I could possibly have a room for a few days?'

The woman turned to a get a guestbook and Aranel suddenly felt a terrible huner pang. 'Excuse me. But I would I be able to get some food as well?'