The Green Dragon Inn - Part 8

[Gird]

Gird had completely forgotten about the hobbits he had been speaking with. He was looking at the door, half listening, half thinking. He then heard the sound again, louder this time. It was the cry of a wolf in the distance, not too far away, but far enough so that no one else in the inn heard it.

Gird stood up, and had a changed look on his face. No longer was the humble-bumbling traveller look on his face. He wore a grim face as if something was hurting him, and also like he had something that he needed to do.

He walked towards the door, oblivious to the announcement of supper. He pulled out a blade that no one had ever seen with him before. it was an odd knife, with a blade that curved forwards, and it was made of a dark steel.

Gird placed his room key on the counter as he passed, and said something about "not needing this at the present." He swung the door open fast, and walked out at a quick pace.

He didn't even shut the door.