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“You’re quite welcome, although I thank you as well, Gróin. I have enjoyed your company very much tonight. And… if I do not see you again tomorrow, good luck to you. I hope that you find your love.” After a few more words, they parted. Gróin headed for the Inn to check in for the night. He walked slowly towards the Inn, glancing about, making sure that what he saw earlier really was just his mind playing tricks on him. He was frightened yet excited at the same time. "It couldn't have been her, not here. But I really wish it was... I miss her so much..." he thought to himself.
As he walked, he thought back to what just happened when he was getting the drinks. For the person he thought he saw was none other than the love of his life, Sarin. But the probability of her being here, in the Shire at Inn was slime to none. True, no one knew what had happened to Sarin. What Gróin didn't tell Lily was that Sarin had disappeared. She ran away from home to find Gróin and was never seen again amongst her people. Gróin felt terrible for he blamed himself for the cause of Sarin running away.
Gróin was so immerssed in his thoughts that he payed no attention to his surrounding and when he got to the Inn door, the only reason he knew he was there was because he walked right into it. He hit it so hard that he fell backwards onto the ground. A few people close by laughed at him as he got up. Gróin even laughed at himself. "What better way to make new friends then by running into a door." someone behind him said. He turned around to look at the speaker, but no one was there. "But, I could have sworn I just heard someone..." Gróin thought to himself. He shook his head and got up off the ground. "Well, maybe the person who said it went inside." he thought and he pushed open the door and ran right into someone else. "Oh! I'm sorry!" Gróin cried. "I'm just so clumsy today. Are you all right??"
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