A tall manlike being entered the Inn. He was cloaked, hooded, and covered much of his face with a green wool scarf, and though that was not unusual in the current weather, he did not remove his coverings once inside. A faint scent came from him, reminscent of old pine forests.
He approached the bar, and asked for simply water, no food, nothing alcoholic. Just plain ordinary water. There was something he'd have preferred, but that would have to wait until he reached Fangorn.
The tall--man? elf?--took his water to a corner and watched the people come and go. He'd only left his homeland a short while ago, and was still cautious about how he showed himself. To drink, he slid the cup under his scarf, and kept his other hand in his cloak.
[ June 09, 2003: Message edited by: Tinuviel of Denton ]
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