[Soredamor]

Soredamor's neck ached, her legs ached, and her stomach growled. She cursed all her muscles that insisted to ache, and particularly cursed her empty stomach. The sign reading 'The Green Dragon Inn' was a wonderfully warm greeting by itself, and when she walked through the doors to the smells and the noises, it was completely refreshing. She soon forgot any of her pains, and immediately pulled out her purse, hidden beneath her rugged cloak, ready to pay anything for something to fill her stomach.

But she was distracted from this for a moment by the sights she saw in this inn. The amount of people she saw was a sight for sore eyes, and the kind of people she saw a wonder. She had so easily forgotten that she was now in the Shire until she saw all the hobbits, but now she could have quickly slipped back into that forgetfulness. It seemed travelers like herself were not unknown. It also seemed that this inn did a wonderful business. And Soredamor was all prepared to give them some more of that business. The growling of her stomach had returned, and she cursed it silently, and silenced it with the thought of finding rest here.