Sighing, Novardaion looked up at the sign of the Green Dragon. Looking disapointed he looks inside to see many hobbits hving a jolly time as they are drinking their ale. He sighs again.
"another country inn, I wish I was back home"
He thought back to the golden forest of Lothlorien, where he was merry and didn't have to travel the land alone. Having been accused for stealing jewerelly from the lady of the wood Galadriel he was banished for life.
He walked up to the bar and took a seat.
"A pint of your best ale barman"
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