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06-09-2003, 10:49 PM
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The wind had picked up, and sped young Braladan, Brawly to his friends, along the road to the Green Dragon Inn where his hosts had told him he could find a drink and perhaps a song, "Not to mention a good number of outlanders, lad, so be wary."
Brawly found the door and stumbled inside. The wind blew in after him, ruffling the clothes of the other patrons and causing them to stare at the newcomer. Brawly felt himself blush and hurried to the bar. He ordered his drink and sat down. He was surprised to see so many other types of people. Brawly was from a small settlement a good ways from the main roads and had only ever seen Dwarves and other hobbits before. Truth be told, he was a little intimidated. Sipping his beer, he looked around for friendly faces. |
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