Alrik
Alrik was a tall man, with jet black hair down, to his shoulders. He had the appearance, as well as the build, of one of them mountain men from Gondor. He also walked with a clear limp, but no one knew why. Most figured he was injured in the previous wars, but some said his left leg was longer than his right.
Alrik strode into the Inn, immediately catching the attention of the others in the hall. There was a long, silent pause. He continued to hobble towards the counter, his feet echoing each step he took, breaking the silence. He noticed he was being watched and attempted to not draw so much attention. He reached into his worn, ragged pants, and pulled out a piece of paper; which he quickly stuffed back into his pocket. He turned away from the other inn members, and faced the wall behind the counter; hoping to get served soon, so he could be off soon.
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