The Long Winter RPG

[Galadel Vinorel]

As Autumn stood by the bar ordering four mugs of ale, she saw Dafodyl and Carl walk into the bar. Carl was swinging a bloody squirrel and Dafodyl looked sort of angry at him.

Autumn smiled as Dafodyl walked up to the bar to order a drink. "Hello," said Autumn.

Daffodyl looked over at the hobbit lass, slightly surprised. "Hello, Autumn. So, have you been enjoying the journey so far?" asked Dafodyl, smiling over at the hobbit lass, not yet come of age.

Autumn nodded, taking the ales from the bartender. "Yes. Especially the snowball fight. I loved when Bullroarer threw that big snowball at Lotho. I didn't expect him to do that, since he always acts so serious all of the time. But, after that, I have decided that Bullroarer is actually a pretty nice hobbit, though I wouldn't want to get on his bad side." said Autumn with a shiver as she watched Bullroarer enter the Inn.

Autumn turned towards a table where Robin, Giles, and Dinadas were sitting waving at her and calling her to come over. Suddenly, Autumn turned back to Dafodyl and smiled. "Do you want to join my friends and I at our table, Dafodyl?" asked Autumn, smiling at the older hobbit, "You can even invite your friend, Carl, to come with us if you want."

Dafodyl looked over at the three cheerful hobbits sitting at their table, enjoying one another's company, and then at Carl standing up with the bloody squirrel, not quite sure what to do with it, and then back over to the smiling Autumn.

[ December 01, 2002: Message edited by: Galadel Vinorel ]