Theoric turned into the bar. The fire roared in the back. He had left for Rivendell so suddenly and hadn't been back for a while. He missed the ale here.
He stumbled wearily towards the bar, his mouth watering as he smelt the soup they had on the fire in the back. He then stopped, remembering the Green Dragon's no-weapons policy. He unstrapped his axe and gently laid it, hilt up against the wall near the door.
As he came to the bar he called to Aman, the innkeeperhe ordered a small pint of ale. He pulled a chair out and porrped himself comfortably in it. His smile gleamed as he realized how happy this in was.
Wait! he thought, maybe that Elf is here. What was her name? Oh yes! Lèspheria.
[ June 23, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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