The Green Dragon Inn - Part 4

[Alatariel Telemnar]

Alatariel watched the elf maiden climb up the latter, and disappeared into the loft above her. She stood there momentarily, her mind blank. The black stallion neighed from inside his stall. Jerking her head in his direction, she felt how badly wounded he was, he could not stay here. She felt the elf maiden had great heeling skills, but knew that he would need more. The gashes were deep. He must go back to her homeland.

Alatariel walked up to his stall, he seemed to grow weaker by the minute. Knowing that her homeland could be many miles away, she decided to take the risk. They shall leave by morning, if not sooner. She stroked his mane gently, 'It's not like you to get caught up with wolves, there must have been something else... We shall have to avoid that part of the land when we travel back to my homeland.'

He whinnied at her, making her smile. She whispered something indistinct in his ear, and headed back towards the Inn, she needed some rest before leaving in the morning. She walked by, the several groups of people and back to her room, where the window had been closed, and the blanket folded back up and laid at the end of the bed. Taking off her coat and bag, she lied down in the bed, and tried to sleep.