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The doors of the inn swung open, and there stood a man, tall and slender, yet the hardiness he had gained from cold nights in the wilderness was noticable in his rugged appearance. He took three large strides into the inn, before stoping and looking around. The surroundings at the inn were particulary familliar, yet the faces he saw were not. It was as expected, and he also expected that no one there would recognise him, save maybe the bar tender if it were the same one as when he visited many moons ago.
"Aye.." he whispers quietly, so no one but himself heard. He gave a brisk nod, and made his way over to the bar leaving a trail of dry mud in his footsteps.
The worn man didnt mind the fact that he was to be unrecognised with others at the inn. That way he could rest up at the green dragon, and then continue on in his ventures across the lands of middle earth if need be. Though he did always have an interest in the well being of others, and would often lend a hand of aid if any were in need. Once again the man glanced around room. In particular, he noticed a man of the Riddermark that seemed to enter not long before he did. He watched and listened for a moment, yet said nothing.
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Phervasaion
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