The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

09-17-2005, 10:03 AM

Eadwyn came down from her room still groggy with sleep. Her aching stomach had awaken her, or else she would have slept the day away. She examined the main room with slow preciseness, making sure that there was no one who would know here before she would decide to committ to a seat.
Eadwyn noticed a person seated in the back all alone, stretched out. The woman had long black hair and was dressed in riding garb. She thought the figure looked familiar, and so a shot of fear ran up her spine. The hairs on her neck stood up as she frantically searched her mind, wondering if that person would know her. After a minute she was quite sure it was just a patron, and no one interested in who she was. Eadwyn made her way over to the patron anyway and stood next to her.

"Pardon me, but do you mind if I join you for breakfast? I have been here some time and have not yet met anyone to talk to. I should like to catch up on what's going on in the world."

Kitanna · 09-17-2005, 10:29 AM

"Pardon me, but do you mind if I join you for breakfast? I have been here some time and have not yet met anyone to talk to. I should like to catch up on what's going on in the world."

Kitanna looked up at a young woman with long blond hair who now stood before her. She pushed out the chair across from her with her foot before briniging her legs back in. "Please, have a seat."

The woman sat down across from Kitanna and gave her a friendly smile. Kitanna returned the smile, but she was rather annoyed at losing her leg room, but she wasn't usually one to turn down company. For the last few weeks her only companionship had been her horse and there wasn't much conversation to be had there.

"I am Kitanna," She said shaking the woman's hand. "And if I might have the pleasure of knowing your name?" Kitanna waited patiently for an answer.

Koobdooga · 09-17-2005, 12:42 PM

‘Well, Mistress . . .’ the Dwarf said trailing off. Ibun had not caught her name, if indeed she had given it. He thought not. He was not that old that little things had begun to slip quickly from his memory. Giving her a critical eye, he thought she looked more than a server. A certain air of command glinted from her eyes as she regarded him. And not an unfriendly look it was in her gaze, but one of expectation – that what she asked would soon be answered . . . and in full.

‘Beg pardon,’ he said standing up from his chair. ‘Beg pardon for my lapse in manners. My name is Ibun Lodestone. Traveling to the Blue Mountains, I am. And if The Dragon here in Bywater will have me for a while, I’ll rest my bones and fill up on ale and fine food until it’s time to travel on.’ He gave a courteous little bow to the Hobbit who had brought his food. ‘And you?’ he asked, straightening back up. ‘Do I have the pleasure of addressing the Innkeeper of this grand establishment?’

piosenniel · 09-19-2005, 09:38 AM

Cook’s eyes twinkled at the sudden show of manners from the Dwarf. ‘Mama must have raised him up right!’ she chuckled to herself. She motioned for him to have a seat, and sat down in a chair herself.

‘No, no, Master Lodestone! I’m not the Innkeeper. That title falls to Miz Aman who . . .’ Cook swiveled her head about, looking for the woman. ‘Well she doesn’t seem to be here at the moment. Gone riding probably, on one of her big beasties. From Rohan, you know. She is, that is . . . Well, here I am nattering on. My name is Vinca Bunce; I run the kitchen here.’

Buttercup peeked out from the kitchen’s doors and called out to her. ‘And it looks as if I’m needed.’ Cook stood up, motioning Ibun to stay seated. ‘You enjoy your breakfast now, Master Dwarf. Tuck into it before it gets cold. And just let one of the servers know if you’ll be needing anything else. Glad the Dragon could serve your needs. Stay as long as you like.’

Cook hustled back to the kitchen wondering what the crisis was . . .

Arry · 09-19-2005, 12:19 PM

Gil stepped into the Inn and took a quick look round. His face fell a little, seeing that the troupe of Players who'd come to the Inn last night were nowhere in the Common Room. He'd hoped to breakfast with them . . . and in doing so see the fair Rowan again. He smiled then chided himself for a moonspun fool.

'They've probably been up, eaten, and gone down the road a long time ago,' he said in a resigned manner. With an uncharacteristic sigh, he plunked himself down in a chair near the fireplace and waved over one of the servers.

'Mug of dark,' he ordered. The server hesitated. It was not Gil's usual drink at this time of day.

'Dark drink to drown my dark thoughts,' he said, his brows raised in challenge. 'Just fetch it, if you please, and leave off any comments, spoken or otherwise.'

09-17-2005, 10:29 AM	#2
Kitanna Child of the West Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Watching President Fillmore ride a unicorn Posts: 2,132	"Pardon me, but do you mind if I join you for breakfast? I have been here some time and have not yet met anyone to talk to. I should like to catch up on what's going on in the world." Kitanna looked up at a young woman with long blond hair who now stood before her. She pushed out the chair across from her with her foot before briniging her legs back in. "Please, have a seat." The woman sat down across from Kitanna and gave her a friendly smile. Kitanna returned the smile, but she was rather annoyed at losing her leg room, but she wasn't usually one to turn down company. For the last few weeks her only companionship had been her horse and there wasn't much conversation to be had there. "I am Kitanna," She said shaking the woman's hand. "And if I might have the pleasure of knowing your name?" Kitanna waited patiently for an answer. __________________ "Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." - Mark Twain

09-17-2005, 12:42 PM	#3
Koobdooga Animated Skeleton Join Date: Aug 2005 Posts: 33	‘Well, Mistress . . .’ the Dwarf said trailing off. Ibun had not caught her name, if indeed she had given it. He thought not. He was not that old that little things had begun to slip quickly from his memory. Giving her a critical eye, he thought she looked more than a server. A certain air of command glinted from her eyes as she regarded him. And not an unfriendly look it was in her gaze, but one of expectation – that what she asked would soon be answered . . . and in full. ‘Beg pardon,’ he said standing up from his chair. ‘Beg pardon for my lapse in manners. My name is Ibun Lodestone. Traveling to the Blue Mountains, I am. And if The Dragon here in Bywater will have me for a while, I’ll rest my bones and fill up on ale and fine food until it’s time to travel on.’ He gave a courteous little bow to the Hobbit who had brought his food. ‘And you?’ he asked, straightening back up. ‘Do I have the pleasure of addressing the Innkeeper of this grand establishment?’ __________________ Outside a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside a dog, it's too dark to read. -- Groucho Marx

09-19-2005, 09:38 AM	#4
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Cook’s eyes twinkled at the sudden show of manners from the Dwarf. ‘Mama must have raised him up right!’ she chuckled to herself. She motioned for him to have a seat, and sat down in a chair herself. ‘No, no, Master Lodestone! I’m not the Innkeeper. That title falls to Miz Aman who . . .’ Cook swiveled her head about, looking for the woman. ‘Well she doesn’t seem to be here at the moment. Gone riding probably, on one of her big beasties. From Rohan, you know. She is, that is . . . Well, here I am nattering on. My name is Vinca Bunce; I run the kitchen here.’ Buttercup peeked out from the kitchen’s doors and called out to her. ‘And it looks as if I’m needed.’ Cook stood up, motioning Ibun to stay seated. ‘You enjoy your breakfast now, Master Dwarf. Tuck into it before it gets cold. And just let one of the servers know if you’ll be needing anything else. Glad the Dragon could serve your needs. Stay as long as you like.’ Cook hustled back to the kitchen wondering what the crisis was . . . __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.

09-19-2005, 12:19 PM	#5
Arry Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 704	Gil stepped into the Inn and took a quick look round. His face fell a little, seeing that the troupe of Players who'd come to the Inn last night were nowhere in the Common Room. He'd hoped to breakfast with them . . . and in doing so see the fair Rowan again. He smiled then chided himself for a moonspun fool. 'They've probably been up, eaten, and gone down the road a long time ago,' he said in a resigned manner. With an uncharacteristic sigh, he plunked himself down in a chair near the fireplace and waved over one of the servers. 'Mug of dark,' he ordered. The server hesitated. It was not Gil's usual drink at this time of day. 'Dark drink to drown my dark thoughts,' he said, his brows raised in challenge. 'Just fetch it, if you please, and leave off any comments, spoken or otherwise.' __________________ If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world – J.R.R. Tolkien

09-17-2005, 10:03 AM	#1
Lithui07 Guest Posts: n/a	Eadwyn came down from her room still groggy with sleep. Her aching stomach had awaken her, or else she would have slept the day away. She examined the main room with slow preciseness, making sure that there was no one who would know here before she would decide to committ to a seat. Eadwyn noticed a person seated in the back all alone, stretched out. The woman had long black hair and was dressed in riding garb. She thought the figure looked familiar, and so a shot of fear ran up her spine. The hairs on her neck stood up as she frantically searched her mind, wondering if that person would know her. After a minute she was quite sure it was just a patron, and no one interested in who she was. Eadwyn made her way over to the patron anyway and stood next to her. "Pardon me, but do you mind if I join you for breakfast? I have been here some time and have not yet met anyone to talk to. I should like to catch up on what's going on in the world."