The Green Dragon Inn - Part 4

[Esgallhugwen]

The lady sipped lightly on the drink noticing the gaze of another who also sought secrecy and sanctuary in this place. She undid her bow from her back but kept it close by her side it had too much sentimental value... too many memories of things now past and gone. The hobbit woman who tended her at the bar now chased down another who tried to sneak out, shaking a piece of paper at him.

She thought it quite amusing pushing the dark thoughts out of her mind, trying to take in the goodness of the little folk. Her eyes strayed over to the man in the other corner, his sword had a great might within it.

But she couldn't help notice there was a darkness in him much like herself yet she knew him not. He stood up taking his pack with him, perhaps to inquire about a room.

She too needed one but stayed awhile at the table giving the man his space, not intending to give false ideas of being his shadow and lingering about. If they met again or spoke for whatever reason it perhaps was intended to be.

She pushed the empty mug aside, thinking she should now tend to Morsereg her black Elvish stallion.