Dwaline did not notice John outside the inn, attending to his horse. His head was hung and his eyes transfixed in deep thought. His pack was laden with many things and he had a small piece of paper in his hand. He pushed open the door to the inn and stepped inside. Silently he stepped over to the bar and asked for the strongest drink they had, yet again.
"This early?" asked the barmaid, "Surly sir, it cannot be good you.
"Still, I wish for the strongest stuff you can give Me." he replied placing a small bag of monies on the table, the barmaid shrugged and pored him the drink.
"Then would you care for some breakfast?" asked the barmaid.
"No, thank you" replied the dwarf solemnly, "I do not think I could keep it down."
With that, he trotted off towards the parlour, walking right past john and sat next to the fireside and placed his hands over his face. Avalon flew in though an open window and perched besides Dwaline, but kept an eye on John. Dwaline took his hands from his face and sniffed deeply. He took a large gulp of the ale and then collected his pipe. But he then placed it back on his lap and placed a hand over his eyes.
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