The Green Dragon Inn - Part 4

[Theoric Windcaller]

The Dwarf had fallen asleep the night before on the bed, but when he woke up the next morning, he was on the floor.

Theoric looked around. The Elves were gone and a little parchment was left on the door, "Sleep well, Dwarf."

He grunted and then mumbled to himself, "The Elves did it." Well, at least I didn't have to kill them, he thought, with a smile.

The beautiful scent of eggs and bacon floated down the hallway and into every room in the inn. Theoric was mesmerized. He struggled to get up as he tried to recount all the events that took place the night before. He held his head, which was pounding with a great head ache. "Maybe a little breakfast will clear this up."

He struggled to the door and down the stairs, the sun beaming through the open window at the end of the stairwell. He reached again for his axe that usually was strapped to his back, but he remembered it was at the weapons storage downstairs. He kenw a great weight had been lifted off of him, but he remembered naught what it was until now.

As he came upon the lower portion of the inn, he saw a great crowd of people, the same people as the night before.

"Maybe I should find someone to talk to this fine morning," he said as he headed towards the bar to retrieve a hardy meal.