[Elfwine]

A glint of yellow light and a curl of white smoke could be seen on the bend of the cobblestone path that led to the Green Dragon Inn. All was silent save the occasional flashes of merry laughter that seeped through the cracks in old walls of the Inn, and the clapping of hooves, echoing across the surrounding landscape.

Gloved hands tugged back on thick leather reins, and the massive stallion halted at the foot of the tavern. Patting the gray horse on the shoulder, the tall rider dismounted, boots slamming down upon the frost-laden dirt. Removing one glove from his left hand, he pulled back the heavy woolen hood that shadowed his face to reveal eyes of crystalline grey, partially veiled by a few wavy locks of rich brown.

Allowing a sigh of great relief to escape chapped lips, he turned towards the great beast at his side and clutched the dangling reins once again with cold fingers. Leading the grey towards the back fence, he loosely wrapped the strips of braided leather about one of the thick logs and turned on his heel, patting the stallion on the flank as he headed towards the front doors of the Green Dragon.

The young Gondorian entered quietly, hoping not to draw much attention as he wasn't in the mood for a great deal of excitement. What he longed for was a roaring fire and perhaps someone of intelligence to exchange thoughts with. In place of a roaring fire, he found a lapping one, and in place of one of intelligence, he found a cushioned stool. This, he decided, was close enough. Loosening the bindings of his worn cloak, he tool his place upon the sturdy joint stool and leaned forward to warm his hands atop the licking flames.