[Jack]

Éofalas stood and walked over to the long counter. He needed something to do before he fell asleep in the chair. Music and laugher filled his ears but he wasn't part of it. A spider resided under the lip of the wooden counter he moved away. Though he would never openly admit it he was afraid of the spider, all spiders. He wished often that he wasn't.

He could go to the stable and groom Wyn now he decided. No one seemed to see or acknowledge his presents in the crowded inn. It is just as well that they don’t, he said to himself but part of him wished he was back in Rohan.

Stepping out of the door of the inn he hurried across the courtyard to the stable. A hobbit sat near the stable door out of the rain. Éofalas nodded to him but he was grumbling to himself and didn’t see Éofalas.

Wyn acknowledged Éofalas approach with a whinny of pleaser. Éofalas began at the beginning and worked his way through his normal grooming pattern. This would take some time, and Éofalas was happy of that fact.