The Green Dragon Inn - Part 8 - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Er-Murazor · 01-12-2004, 06:51 AM

Almost evening again... He needed somewhere to stay or he would feel the cold of the night.

A nearby Inn that he could see in the distance was his only option. Step after step, he reached the door and after reading the name of the Inn, the Green Dragon, he opened the door and entered.

He was a big man, six foot three inch and nearly two hundred pounds of meat, with a black and dusty cloak wrapped around him.

He carried an enormous bastard sword which point almost reached the floor and at his back there were a bow and a quiver.

However, he didn't seem menacing.

In spite of coming from the roads, he had shaved that very morning using the waters of the Baranduin as a mirror and his blue eyes looked full of some kind of sadness and sorrow to big to be posible.

He looked around the main hall, trying to spot the Innkeeper but failed to do so. Not knowing what to do, he just waited someone to tell him something, it had been too long since he had heard the sound of a voice but his own.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 11:17 AM January 12, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

01-12-2004, 06:51 AM	#11
Er-Murazor Pile O'Bones Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 21	Almost evening again... He needed somewhere to stay or he would feel the cold of the night. A nearby Inn that he could see in the distance was his only option. Step after step, he reached the door and after reading the name of the Inn, the Green Dragon, he opened the door and entered. He was a big man, six foot three inch and nearly two hundred pounds of meat, with a black and dusty cloak wrapped around him. He carried an enormous bastard sword which point almost reached the floor and at his back there were a bow and a quiver. However, he didn't seem menacing. In spite of coming from the roads, he had shaved that very morning using the waters of the Baranduin as a mirror and his blue eyes looked full of some kind of sadness and sorrow to big to be posible. He looked around the main hall, trying to spot the Innkeeper but failed to do so. Not knowing what to do, he just waited someone to tell him something, it had been too long since he had heard the sound of a voice but his own. <font size=1 color=339966>[ 11:17 AM January 12, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ You have reached the end of the road, my beloved enemy. The bad thing is that I reached it first.