[Eladain Moruviel]

Just then an elf,wearing travling clothes and a hooded cloak walked into the room.It was apparent he had been travling for some time,by the state of his tall mud soaked boots and cloak,that might have been green at one time,but was now more of a brownish color.

Upon intering the inn he removed his cloak revealing a long,wicked looking hunting knife strapped at his side.He also had a short ash bow and a quiver of arrows wich he also removed and placed carefully next to his cloak

He was tall,even for an elf,strongly muscled,but of light frame as most elves are.He had the blond hair and bluegray eyes characteristic of the wood elves.If anybody had takin the time to look closely at him they would have noticed he had a slight limp,and also the large scar on his left cheek.

He walked over to the corner out of the firelight and sat down at an empty table.He wasn't talkative,even around friends,and even less so in a strange place, so he prefered to sit alone.But it was still nice to be next to the warm fire,and around people,even though he wouldn't talk to them it was still nice not to be alone after four months of roaming the wilderness.

When the serving girl came over he ordered some ale and sat back to relax and watch the other patrons.'Perhaps if he kept his ears open he would hear some information that would help him with his quest' he thought to himself.'Oh yes,and once he found that for which he was searching,he could finally rest' he told himself.

[ June 23, 2003: Message edited by: Eladain Moruviel ]