Rave sat quielty at her table in the corner. There had been an invitation to join some at the bar for a story, but she felt rather reluctant to go. She just felt to want to sit back unnoticed and watch everyone as she thought back on the events of the day.
Many other people had entered the inn---Elves, Dwarves, and of course many Hobbits. She noticed Laurie was talking to a traveler over in another part of the inn, and that scene made her think once again of the Rangers. Not many would come to the Shire, yet even if there were any in the Green Dragon she would not be able to find them due to the large accumulated crowd in the inn.
Rave decided to just wait until more people left before she started any further search for help. The long, dark green hood she wore covered her bright, green eyes just so that she could barely glare out from underneath the hood. She grasped the hilt of her sword tightly as she thought of her long journey from Rohan.
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