The Green Dragon Inn - Part 9

[Eorl of Rohan]

Pelleas urged his tired pony, intending to reach Green Dragon by the early dawn. His pony trod dejectedly over the stone-covered road mat his impatient tugging of the rein, nibbling at mouthfuls of grass along the slow way.

A few hours after Pelleas have given up urging his pony and walked, pulling at the weary pony, he reached Green Dragon. Pelleas raised his eyebrows in wonder, as his gaze met the smoking and charred Inn. Various people were going to and fro repairing it.

"Sir!" Pelleas tugged at the robe of a dwarf talking to another who was at hard work in reconstructing the wall. "What happened?" The dwarf irritably looked at him. "Lad, you didn't know? There was a fire last week in Green Dragon."